Zibberling

Drip, drip, drip, drip...it's raining outside.

I'm living in a fucking box. I have been for about a month. It's only a box because other people say it is. To me, when I first moved in, it was more like a secret place, where I could safely exist without being seen by anyone.

The box becomes my world and my life revolves around it. I only leave to get food and water. The rest of the time I exist in a spacial anomaly.

I'm losing weight. I only have to hold out for a short while longer and something will happen. I have a date set and then I can throw away my shackles and be free. They aren't my shackles; they are society's and they can be as big and strong as society wants them to be.

I have a plan, a way to release them and I'm not telling anybody. I will be free; my spirit will rise and a new life will begin.