Cellophane

I’m not sure if I can break the seal from not much to have it all . When was the day I got covered in cellophane . Yes I do know when everything I thought
was for me became unstuck and I was left undone . Not like a gift or a present where your heart and your mouth smile as one . It was the day when I realised
life isn’t a vanilla envelope . Life it gives and takes and I guess now I don’t like sharing or change so I got stuck . To what an overwhelming fear of suffocation and fear . A base layer of protection but in time it becomes your straight jacket and you can’t touch anything at all . People and their minds and hands coz you are now almost completely in submission and not able to lift a finger to peel back a corner as in truth you feel safe but it’s not living . It’s an undercover mission controlled in layers of cellophane made of anxiety and trepidation . Just because you couldn’t open up and accept what you want and get are miles apart and your feet don’t work .