corber5
Her life is just filled with them, every where she turns. They tell her how to eat, how to sleep, how to work, how to laugh. These little methods that she has developed over the years have turned her life into a bunch of instructions.
But when will it finally stop? When will she be able to break free of that cage her methods have set her in, and finally act as she wants? She wants to escape so much, she wants to be able to live again. But she cannot
The answers of my world are all locked up on that roof. As I stand at the door, completely bolted down- all hope is lost. The idea that this roof, this physical place that I will never be able to reach unless an "emergency" symbolizes everything about my life. I am standing in front of an emergency exit, with my passion and need to get on this roof over-exceeding my rational, I am ready to try anything but allow the alarm to sound, but no matter what-I am blocked by this door that is bolted shut. Of course.