the invisible box
full of regrets and sorrow
i am trapped inside
this contextual trap
i cannot conciously identify
my feelings or wishes
but i just know that
it's time to let go.
it is like
demolishing a house
to get rid of termites.
it is like
wrapping a gift filled with your pain
and giving it to your loved ones
paying for a luxury holiday
going home on the first day
"we're all gonna die anyway, at least let's get what we paid for"
