Thinking Outside the Box

I want to think outside of the box.

I feel cramped,

Stale.

Too still.

Suffocated, some days.

One day, I felt shaken awake.

Finally, I felt the rush of freedom flowing, crinkling even.

Bathed in white bath water.

Lifted high, on a silver pedestal,

I finally felt validated.

But then, something almost attacked me,

and I jumped off the pedestal, into the safest corner I could find.

Suddenly, I missed the box.