So the world is real
I steal
Is it real?
Really ?
Tangible

Like a touch -
Touching a body
But magnify - and atoms
Have spaces surrounding them
Surrounded by space
Means we move inside
Spheres of
Planted
Thoughts.

Worlds of ours
We known
Knowing what we know
We show ourselves our facts
That thought created
Become our walls
Whose are they now?

When we had thought they’d hemmed us in
They’d formed to be our captors’ friends
And yet, and yet they’re
Barriers toneless ness
Our stuckiness what we wanted after all
After all
Then maybe
Walls must go
'cause already shattered
Already
Chipped aways
Already
Eroded

Someone the life plays behind them
And we know that this life
Isn’t
Actually
It.

Our thoughts play
Like a film on in another room
Behind our closed doors

And we’re here trying to block it out
"Oh can’t you just
Shut up
With your noise
I'm trying to stay
In my bubble
Of littleness"

My bubble of littleness
That feels so
Comfortable
Not ecstatic
But not scary

Scary
Like it could all be blown apart

Blown apart
Blown

With the wind
Where I might reside
One day,
Not behind these
Walls
Not behind
These
Walls..

My notes say I wrote this May 22 (sorry cheating a bit.. but I haven't revisited till now.. )