Parallel Universe – Broken Rules

The world is made of steel bars.

Of curfews and retaliation.

We are taught to accept that even freedom has it’s limits and that there are no rule books to offer any explanation. We are simply bound by the walls that are built around us. And that separates the Earth right down the centre.

There are some who blindly follow the rules, each step out of their control.

There are others who tear the rules apart, refusing to be told how to be.

But then there are those who are stuck in the middle. Trapped between what should be broken and what should be obeyed.

I broke the rules once. And the guilt hid in my shadow for months, watching me behind the sunlight and waiting in the darkness.

I followed the rules once. And only one path appeared in which I could not stray. I walked and walked until the path became overgrown and suddenly I was standing still, lost.

And now I am caught between them. The moon between the Sun and the Earth, left hidden by the eclipse.

Because some rules are meant to be followed. And some rules are meant to be broken. But if you make the wrong choice there can be no retracing your steps down the path, no piecing it back together.

The world is made of steel bars.

And you decide if you’re trapped.

I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer.

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