Week 14: Freedom is Insanity

My mind is a cage. I imagine my thoughts are the lions, the giraffes, the hippos, oh how unhappy they must be stuck in captivity. They cannot escape and realize their full potential any more than my own thoughts can. It's a sad life in both the depths of my mind, and within the trap of a cage. Controlled food intake, but most of it is shit. Reality TV, few meaningful relationships, processed food, easy literature... what am I giving my mind to harbor any true essence of meaning? The animals, too, have are forced to mate with whoever is put in front of them, if at all, food is monitored closely, and no joy of life lies within the walls of their enclosure. Where is the door? Where is the release for the flamingos and monkeys? They would like to see the world that God intended them to live in. Captivity is no place for them, nor should my deepest inquiries and dreams be shut in and pent up in solitude. I'll keep looking for the door. I'll call you when I find it.