the box

unplug from the box!

Now, before i start this contradiction letter, allow me to explain. I am now writing on a box, yes, but my box is my way of getting out my ideas. it’s creative, It’s needed in a world like today’s, at a time like now! Don’t compare my box to yours. Yours takes you into a world that isn’t yours..you move a person that isn’t you. You talk to people you can’t see and you fight something for no reason.  You sit for hours, trying to be that person, to be the best, to have the best score or defeat the most foes. The obsession with being the best has let your body fall in with your mind and you were plugged into the box…your mind in a box, unable to express, to create, something real, outside of the transposed device.

walk in the world. run, play, explore, breathe, be always out when the sun is out. like look at the sky, look at the clouds. feel the wind, the rain!  when i see others, i feel like i know why they look the way they do.  they have been hooked up to the box.  they don’t know the sun like i do, they don’t care.  they smoke as if they try to kill the world outside the box. they drive in their box. they cool their box so they don’t have to leave it. soon they REALLY won’t have to. they miss their box. they don’t want to talk about real things happening in the real world..THEY WANT THEIR BOX..because they are the best, or soon they know they will be.