white box

hese pretty, white-washed walls, that keep me safe, are only getting taller. the cracks in the cement are held together by layers of cheap, neon graffiti. it's a beautiful display of our growing intellectual supremecy. with words like 'theology' and phrases like 'legalistic liberty' scribbled artistically to remind ourselves of the treasure we've found. we dream in an atmosphere of spray-paint slogans. we live in a perpetual state of fear as the bold letters warn of the danger that lurks beyond the walls. i'm addicted to this security, but i can't help but wonder what's outside these walls i've known all my life. i'm done letting my mind play trick on me, i'm letting go and i'm taking a risk. when i finally opened my eyes i couldn't help but notice the old, canvas billboard in between the wild, carefree branches.