Familiar

Everything is all just too FAMILIAR
what shall i do to escape ?
to be honest there isn't much I can do. .
because no matter where I go . .it's going to end up familiar
don't worry this isn't a poem . . .
it's just a very long thought filled with metaphors, similes, and . . comma splices . . .? haha
are you ready ? . .okay

My familiar is my room and my room is my world
which means my world . . is familiar
it's like the box that I keep next to my side filled with the "unknown" things I have not yet figured out . .
yes . .the box filled with the unknown . . .is familiar
because I look into this box every day and wonder what the unfamiliar will become . .
because the unfamiliar is just one thing . .which is anything I want it to become . .


Am I making sense to you ? . . .okay well I'll keep going . ..


This thing of unfamiliar is just a . .blob that I have not yet to discover . .
I imagine to be anything . . .one day it was my heart . .
I gave that away without even thinking . . .
I tried to get it back but . . I just had to get a new . . .familiar blob of unfamiliar
I turned this blob into a space ship and I took off into space

my imagination works wonders yea ? . .well i'm not done . .

once I went into space I discovered another blob of unfamiliar and I put it into the box beside it . .
yet that box occupied with a spinning vortex. many would say that it was a vortex of death
but who has really been in there to say that it kills ?
I called it a spinning vortex of magic and wonder
and I stuck my head inside
this vortex was nothing I would call unfamiliar because . . .
inside of it was my world. . .
and inside my world . . was my room . .
and inside of my room I've seen myself .. .
sitting there . . .imagining I was flying


yet . . . .unfortunantly . . .


this world doesn't let you contact with any1 else . .so I couldn't reach myself ..
I suppose I had gotten tired of everything being so familiar . .
I tried to fly to another persons familiar world . . .
apparently it didn't work because once I snapped back to my "reality"
I was face down on the concrete with familiar blood rushing from my head . . .


Now that I think back . . .
my world of unfamiliar I have grown so accustomed to . .
it actually became . .familiar . . .



being stuck in familiar will kill you . . .
get out into the real unknown . .