The big box paradox
Paradoxical as this might sound, You lose yourself and let yourself off the ground. But no matter how grounded you try to be , "you" are nowhere to be found. Imagine a big box. When you're in it time stops. No clocks. There's a world for you to create. You can skate, slate, mate. In your hands is your own fate. One day a wanderer finds the box. Cold winter. He wore a pair of black socks. Tired of everything , he wanted to rest. Where else could he find comfort than the big box itself. He gave up on reality for this dreamy world. For days inside his "new home" he twirled and curled. The thought of going back out to face the world, he blocked. Fear of catching up with reality kept him locked. Sooner or later he had to wake up and realize it was a BIG BOX paradox. Inside it, he thought out of the box. He was a lost wanderer who wanted to be found....