About realities, denial and compromise!

Minions! My sanest push to the brink of sanity.... I come to you today bewildered. From behind the curtains everything seems hazy and out of place, yet without them the sharpness of colours doesn't leave you unscathed! Because red can burn, black can weigh one down, grey can confuse, yellow can hurt, blue can weaken, and green... even green can overwhelm! Minions, I need your protection without losing sight. Guide me through, with fully seeing eyes and resolute faith, I await you.

About points of overlapping and entity's perception!

Minions! My fleeting trances into balance, I come to you spilling over and in need of containing. There are days when I feel like I want the forests of this earth as my carpets, the volcanoes as my fireplace. Days when every living thing feels as though it is a loved kin of mine, when I feel like I can speak all the noises in the world, cry all the oceans, breath all the air and build up all the mountains! Days like this one it feels as though I have enough space to gulp up the planet and all that dwells on it if I just release my mouth! Days like today! I need your absorbing stabilization sooner rather than later please, come take my excess and let be in peace.

About internal watching, perception and air!

Minions! I come to you today as your unnerved observer... you, my minions, sometimes expand so vastly that it feels like a whole multiverse of chemistry could bubble up inside and yet sometimes you huddle in so closely, and shrink into each other so minutely that I can almost swear I'm seeing black holes forming! How is it that you are a small imagined part of a small insignificant creature, and yet you can hold the entirety of the world leaving no room for anything but a bit of air?! In what dimension could you possibly reside in between my fleeting connections, I wonder... Till I know what I could not live to tell, I will continue being your unnerved observer.

About nostalgia, life friends and growing up!

Minions! My frail blobs of steel.... I come to you today as my eternal disguise of appreciation. Through the eyes of all that's still we are moving and yet through my eyes, in our motion, every still has gained its own precipitating accumulative changes. The cold ice cream of the winter may not be the cold hail of the winter before or the silent walk of the winter in between, but minions; it is the same significant little cherished adventure. The ever changing streets with the million different molecules of tar that went into it and out over and over again, and the million shops that lived and died over the years still feel like the same still home that watched us grow! The people that used to belong to our conversations died and new ones came, but the conversations are the same somehow.. the clothes, the minds, the granted all changed yet feels familiar... Maybe belonging my minions does not need constants, maybe belonging is simply whatever makes sense. You belong to me like I to you... and thus you to my people like I to them.

About the small fights inside the box!

Minions!! Break free! I am asking you to give me the key to these binds and break me free.. free from the levels of walls I have to go through, free from the nonsensical fears, free from fictitious realities, free from my own inadequacies and free from my own definitions of me! Break me free!!