Encapsulated in the confines of a mind that stays on the brink of genius or madness.
Constantly thinking, retrospectively, introspectively
Imagination bursting with kaleidoscopic details that overshadow the psychedelic, magnificence of PCP.
Thoughts fighting to escape the vessel through a loud exclamatory scream
The exterior calm façade belies what is really happening inside.
Is it greatness?
Is it madness?
Encapsulation is a cocoon.
Protection for the fragility that is present every day.
I am confounded by who I am.
Why is it so hard to be me?
To be free
Living in color
A beautiful rainbow
But it never appears.
Always the storm.
But no beauty follows.
I cannot allow my mind to break free from this self-imposed prison.
I am not ready for the truth.
Freedom is not worth losing the safety of encapsulation.
© September 28, 2016