A Nest, Awaiting its Return
I am a caged man, a prisoner of my mind, chained by the very knowledge of freedom. Unlike a newborn, I see the world with a coloured lens, unable to make out its true face. Nevertheless, the world has opened its arm to all of its creations, spread itself out like an open book to all who wish to see. Thus I believe truth happens the moment we let go, the moment we embrace the world as it does to us. Like the polymer balls inside the net absorbed water and grew in size, I live to learn and experience. Like them shrank due to dehydration, I began my journey of return. As they dried out and rolled through the small opening of the net, the polymer balls were set free, obtaining a state of mind I can only imagine.