I like playing but I don’t like games. I think it’s the rules that I don’t like. I don’t understand them. I don’t understand why they must be. I like open doors. Freedom. Free reign. “Give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above… don’t fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love… don’t fence me in…”
How do we have a mutual understanding if YOU hold the control? If we play by YOUR philosophy? Why do you test me? And try to control me? And who says ‘good things come to those who wait’? If I were to request a rule, maybe it would be to illiminate cliches. But I suppose they may be useful and I don’t like rules.
Categories console me. (I do like organization despite my lack of understanding it). I wanted to create one (a category, that is). A place to put a story I wanted to write for this world, but I was blocked and sad. I have never thought myself to be too interested in exploring but maybe I’m wrong. Or changing. I don’t know what I am doing here but I find myself slightly obsessed. And I sneak away from my other world and I telll on one.
Today… this place feels sad. Lonely. I find myself, like I have so often in life, longing to go where I am not allowed. Why?
I like to touch…