The Box

Do you Know the man who lives in The Box? Close your eyes and See.
The Box's dimensions provide the man comfort. He knows where to go, or at least where he's Been.
This is not to say that The Box is Safe.
The contents of The Box are numerous and easy to trip on. At times The Box may even feel dangerous.
Each individual element in The Box exists in tandem to provide the landscape of It's World.
Well-documented pitfalls masquerade as joyous Receipts. Be careful not to easily dismiss this joy, however, for there is Much that needs little filtering.
Do you notice that the man doesn't belong Here? Or, if you do not wish to bear the responsibility of an ill-formed opinion, do you at least wish for him to Escape?
I Know I do.
I want him to hasten through the corridors of Truth and Perception, through the trap doors of Knots and Trust.
I want him to conquer that which for so long has appeared unattainable.
I want him to Live.

Utopia

In Utopia we are All There.
We get high on the foundation of our bonds and the currency which keeps them strong.
We explore our surroundings and the elements of our Connection.
We Burn and Shiver, sometimes in unison. Our foundation provides the tools to meet either's excess.
We Talk. And talk. And Talk. That's the best part.
We think we Know--maybe we do. My best Guess lies somewhere in the middle.
Utopia is intoxicating. It's taken paths and endless possibilities fuel our infatuation.
Don't go Empty.
In Utopia we are All There.

That Kitchen

Do you remember That kitchen?
The sun somehow peeking into an otherwise dark place.
Warmth. Youth. Strength and passion. True passion.
"Cyprus Avenue" over eggs and bacon. Baths. Games. Long nights.
My favorite.
Most things appear to run together as one used, old record. I can't help it.
Sometimes I think it'd be nice to go back and warn the kid in That kitchen.
No.
He'll miss It when It's gone.