Its easy to love something when it fits inside your boxes; Easier still to hate the things that don’t.
The problem with boxes is they’re an ever evolving container, held together with duct tape and lies.
There is danger in these thresholds, leaving little room to wiggle, little room to grow.
Somewhere along the line we fell into the illusion that boxes are a stronghold and we must fit to survive.
The only outcome we can expect from boxes is division; bold lines that never needed to exist become guidelines for existing.
Some hold their boxes like a fortress, only allowing others who mirror the facade inside. Others reside in cardboard boxes created for them at birth, seemingly inescapable, waiting to be burned to ashes.
There is no room for boxes in this existence.
Every life holds various shapes and sizes; An opportunity for new ideas to merge with old ones.
When we can unbox ourselves we can know what it truly means to coexist.
When we let free our boxes, we let free the boxes of those around us, and the ripple can be felt throughout the realm.