Confinement doesn’t interest me. I confine myself enough, I don’t like when the world decides to do it to me. I have no interest in parks and trails or places that seem to state that you can play or explore, but you can only do it here. I partook begrudgingly in the education system and pursed my lips as it told me that I can learn, but only what (and when) they are willing to teach. I resent art galleries and museums or even magazines and advertisement that tell me that beauty exists, but only within the confines of these walls or pages. There are things that can be studied without words.
If I have to be confined to this soul, I should not have to be confined to the madness or brilliance of other souls. I should be as mad and brilliant as I see fit.