What Has Happened?

I am sick of this box. I feel it confines me. I do believe I have stuck my head back in; my knees squeezed tight to my chest.

What happened?

I thought I was coming out?

I not so long ago popped my head out of that box and stuck one of my feet flat on the ground. Have I really come to fear so much that I've arrived back at the exact stop sign I started at? Well, no. It is not the exact one, but it almost seems it might as well be!

My colour is fading. I fear the rain that feeds me and hide from the sun as it comes over the horizon. I've tried to avoid the sun so much that even after it has set and the moon has awoke, I still hide a few hours longer to be sure brother sun won't find me.

What am I doing!? Why the fear!? And what is this? Do I hear anger marching his feet down my hallway? I hate when he visits cause' he always forgets to take off his shoes. I end up vacuuming up his mess he leaves behind.