Array ( [sid] => 143649 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => is this your box? [time] => 2008-07-02 13:50:25 [hometext] => is this your box? [bodytext] => Sitting in a house is sitting in a box.
The windows in the box you sit in, are open to the outside.
Outside of the box.
The door that leads you outside of the box is a hole in the box.
To get outside, you must leave the box.
Stepping outside of the box, the air hit’s you as it were a wave.
The air is an ocean.
Bare feet, stepping into the grass out side the box.
You’re toes will tickle with the sensation of reality.
Place your hands in front of you in the grass.
and stretch out amongst the green.
Tree’s tower over you, & the clouds seem to fit together like a giant puzzle
waiting to be solved.
You can do anything, if you can get outside your house, your box.
The universe is waiting for you to witness.
Lying in the grass outside you’re box that you live in.
You will feel a power greater than you.
It feels good to not be in control,
You get to enjoy the scenery, instead of driving through.
It never ends, the feeling of being awake.
Until you go back into your box in which you live.
For when you do, it was all a dream
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is this your box?
Date: Wednesday, 2nd July 2008 @ 01:50:25 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: SamJoelle
Sitting in a house is sitting in a box.
The windows in the box you sit in, are open to the outside.
Outside of the box.
The door that leads you outside of the box is a hole in the box.
To get outside, you must leave the box.
Stepping outside of the box, the air hit’s you as it were a wave.
The air is an ocean.
Bare feet, stepping into the grass out side the box.
You’re toes will tickle with the sensation of reality.
Place your hands in front of you in the grass.
and stretch out amongst the green.
Tree’s tower over you, & the clouds seem to fit together like a giant puzzle
waiting to be solved.
You can do anything, if you can get outside your house, your box.
The universe is waiting for you to witness.
Lying in the grass outside you’re box that you live in.
You will feel a power greater than you.
It feels good to not be in control,
You get to enjoy the scenery, instead of driving through.
It never ends, the feeling of being awake.
Until you go back into your box in which you live.
For when you do, it was all a dream


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