Beware of the moment that the Faraday cage breaks.
This week dear Papa has been contained, too dangerous to be let into the free world? I’ll never know, I do not know who is the bearer of the key that locks me in.
I have it reasonably cozy in here and there is not a single thing entering my sphere of influence. Am I locked in out is the rest locked out? I am screaming these thoughts from my cave in the mountains, screaming it into a pillow as I secretly do not want you to know.
I float in the halls and everything I think, is on hold until I think it again. Everything I move stays the same, as long as I don’t touch it again. There’s a sense of immediate power over surroundings that mitigates the feeling of powerlessness amid the relentless energy of time.
In the end, I debate whether I should dare to touch the cage and just see how strong the current is? Light massage or eternal sleep?
I walk towards the lock, as I come closer I see…
it wasn’t even locked.