i wish i was in the snow.
i don’t want to be here.
i want to go home.
and be.
in my own cave.
but im not allowed.
and if i did,
nothing would ever change,
and ive failed
and been beaten.
so I have to go now,
to pick another box,
to be put it in
and held captive.
it would be so much kinder
for god to just take me.
i choose that box.
