Are we living in a cube ?

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Those walls are see through  yet contains me or confines me , like a protective shield or a reflective edge.I am locked  and without much luck , can not escape this imprisonment shown in image above..by Olga .

The others who sit beside me , can only see but never touch or play my inner tune..the one that keeps on humming ..like a lullaby..can not touch nor feel, although life is so real.

Why look sad and broke ? Should be glad that you woke..now is time to flee…break free..beak free. The horizon is yours and earth beneath..feel free…live free..set free your soul…

Think or ink

A life time to live
would it be a gift or  burden
a cry in pain
anger that boils
and frustrations that simmer on hot coil
will you waste it again
thinking about imprisoning chains
they are real for sure
you are not suffering hallucination anymore
but..if..you want to stop
stop now or let it go to top
tumble you down in its flow
let it escape from you once more
fear, anger despair ,..but not hope
hold on to it..never let it go
walk alone ..journey is your’s to complete
and  no one besides you means..
you left them behind or they went ahead of you
which ever is true..you are alone in your life455733

Johanna Martenson – Ds Mag

A city made 272 367 465 558 653 1106up of bread..it decays and ferments..the cities that decay within are not any different. It may not deteriorate in the physical aspect..but it’s social life and health maybe  on its decay..eating up values and relationships..a city  that is demolished  when culture crumbles and inheritance is kept aside..literature, art and poetry gets dissolved..and nothing is solved..as nothing remains after all.