Everything I need fits into a small cube.
It shifts in all directions, discreetly as to not awaken those oblivious to my mission. The cube signifies my limits but offers vast opportunities. It gives me borders and an uncompromising view to material things I can take. Once filled, it provides me with autarkical freedom, if I wish to take it.
My cube never leaves my side, it is watched by me at all times. I leave it to rest only in confined and safe spaces. It takes on mileage, just like me, but it doesn’t age.
It glides on wheels, much smoother than me. But we become the same, silent and waiting, for whatever there is to come.
When the wheels leave the ground.