the earth turns from sanity.

"There are no constraints on the human mind, no walls around the human spirit, no barriers to our progress except those we ourselves erect."

- Ronald Reagan.

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And so the curious one began to build, brick by brick.

As each brick went up,
the curious one picked another,
to stack on top of each other,
before picking up another one again.

As each brick went up,
the structure of the bricks began to form.
Uncertain of what exactly was being built,
the curious one continued.

As each brick went up,
there was more clarity in the structure.
The curious one saw that it was a house,
a brick house that could do wonders.

As each brick went up,
the curious one saw a need to complete it.
The motion of picking and laying the bricks
became an act of mindfulness.

As each brick went up,
the process of stacking the bricks
became an escape for the curious one,
a sinful yet enjoyable escape.

As each brick went up,
the structure of the house was almost complete.
The curious one look perplexed,
and began to push the bricks.

As each brick went down,
there was a wicked sense of enjoyment.
The curious one continued pushing the bricks,
until the house was gone.

As each brick went down,
the curious one began to crumble.
The house was gone,
it was no longer safe.




And the curious one started to build again, brick by brick.

As each brick went up,
the curious one was more confident than before.
The repetition was addictive,
it was hard to stop.

As each brick went up,
the structure of the bricks began to form.
it was something else,
not like before.

As each brick went up,
the curious one became more curious
wondering what was going to be built next.
Curiosity seething.

As each brick went up,
the curious one realised something.
It was no longer a house being built,
it was a wall.

As each brick went up,
the sinful enjoyment began again.
The repetition, the mindfulness,
the escape.

As each brick went up,
the curious one indulged in the escape,
forgetting about reality,
afraid to stop building.

As each brick went up,
the wall became higher.
The curious one couldn't stop
for there never would be an end.

As each brick went up,
the wall became so high
the curious one couldn't reach it,
and is too afraid to try and push it down.




And so the curious one walked away, forgetting to put cement to keep the bricks in place.

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M.

taking my only friend I know.

he lives a lie, his name is hope.