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There's a new world you enter in once you've pasted the realm of 2am darkness. This whole town seems content to sleep. And in this moment it strikes me funny that everyone gives into the prisons we call bodies. I guess we're living in a lot of prisons though, I have rules for the way I should act, drive, talk, ...write. Its a prison out there, and in here I'm reclining against the cement wall, looking at the moon from the window thinking to myself, "well, at least the moon is free. I want to be the moon." But the moon isn't free, its trapped in an orbit like the rest of us, a gravitational pull we can't release ourselves from. So now im sitting here wondering what these words would look like if they didn't follow the rules. I bet you they wouldn't stay in these lines, so neat, so perfect. 'cause why would you obey a rule you didn't have to?