Outside the Box when I’m Inside the Box

I think outside the box because I live outside the box. I have always lived outside the box. And yet I live near the box. I can reduce my size to fit in, and enter the box. But even then I’m usually in the box but not of it. I act as if I’m from the box, at such times, but inside I know my home is outside the box. . .

Some states of mind when I’m in the box, can lead me to compress into another smaller box within the box. There is no room to think in the smaller box; even less room to think than within the outer box. However I can find my way out of that inner box, and into the larger one. From there I can go home, which is outside the box. But I never go too far from the box. I need to be inside it sometimes.

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