Do you remember when you first got in this cage?

There has always been this veil covering your cage.
You look at the images as blurry and shady forms.
I remember your struggle.
You were trying to figure out things through these cage bars.

Your favourite position was the opposite side of the door, facing your only way to freedom with your back.

After some time you desperately put your hopes of finding an answer inside the cage.
Started looking for something more than empty space.

Eventually you touched the cage door while going round and it moved like it was never locked.
Stepping outside felt like it was the first time you took a breath.
Stopped and started staring at your home.
And all you saw was your childhood bedsheet covering the cage.

All of a sudden these images, these forms became people as the veil was gone.
Speaking, touching, staring, smiling, everything happening with all these now colorful forms, made your belly jump up and down and your face change expressions every split second.
The feeling of sickness was overwhelming and you ran back into the cage grabbing the key hanging outside the door and locking yourself in.

It was me that put myself in the cage. I was a kid.
It was me that covered my eyes with the veil.
I learned the truth. I remember why I was in here.

Then I came to, after opening my eyes for the first time through all these years, I realized that the ceiling and the floor were mirrors.

I’ve been talking to myself all along.
I’ve been looking at myself all along.
I was drowning in myself, while convinced that I had to watch someone have a miserable life of captivity without any reason or explanation.

Yet I’m still in here.

Looking for myself into myself.