Forever

There was a man sitting inside of an open box. The walls were bare and there was no ceiling but he sat still and he kept his head to himself. Never looking up he pondered the reason he was alive and what it meant to exist. I sat above the prison cell where I coaxed and heckled him to forget about his box world and experience color, sensation, bliss, love, and feeling but never did he so much as flinch a muscle. He was pain and he sat there alone, undercover, in his baron world... and he died there forever.