The Unseen Boundaries

Beyond the walls of perception lies the essence of the unseen. Where do we draw the boundaries, when the lines are sketches in the sand? The unforgiving tide of truth erases them, yet we rebuild with the same hands that shape dreams from shadows.

In the mirror’s embrace, I see fragments of reflections not my own. An echo of yesterdays unspent, weaving through the tapestry of tomorrows unclaimed. What truths lie hidden, waiting quietly in recesses unvisited? The heart knows but whispers only to those who dare listen.

As societal cages expand, people grow like trees—pushing through unseen ceilings. To grow is to resist, to reach not for the external limits, but the internal invitations.

The geometry of unseen possibilities circles and squares our understanding, a distortion of innate truths.