conception

Fancy isn't it? Deep wombs of complicated mysteries tucked away inside of an unopened box. Treasures buried. Hidden. Never to be realized. Until..
Until the day that white sterile walls surrounded me. Eyes piercing through slightly worn glasses challenged me. My guilt became my comfort. I nestled there. Not totally comfortable but comfortable enough. Betrayed by my own thoughts, I chose to rest in my confused state of being. Existing only in physical form. I left. I went to an unknown. I was resting. The thought of escaping my newly found mirage was not thought of. My hidden treasures, the ones that were buried deep inside of me could not be found or that would have been the end of me. At least that's what I thought.