i was caught up in kafka. mundane metamorphosis. satirical sunsets. i knew them all well. all of those that dwell within themselves. i know you all too well. my dearly beloved.
i am not going to mention the word cocoon. nor the word tomb.
however within yourself there is a land. a world. an entire universe completely transversed between the reality of others and your own. you fill it with yourself. the people around you. the things you choose to love. the things you choose to hate. and the things you can't choose... by consequence alone they become just as much a part of you. you are all there. what you experience and what you know. this is the insides of your mind.
you live here. it is what you make it. can you call it your own? or do you belong to it? has it made you its home?
please tell me. have you trained your brain?
do you expand (evolve) with the passing of the days? or are you stagnant, not flowing in any way? it's a simple question. boredom or play? growth or decay?
can you choose to go elsewhere or is it here you must stay?
i was caught up in kafka. monstrous machine of dreams. disclosed definitions. i felt it in my flesh. the who i was within myself. and i know me all too well, too. my dearly beloved.
can you choose to change or is it change that chooses you?
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