Small world

Sometimes life and this whole world feel too limited and small. Life has certain borderlines that we can't across. Not because we were too scared or hesitant to take a serious step, but because the walls around us are too strong and high to climb over. Maybe it's enough for most of the people to live inside the walls that have been given to us, happily and safely, without thinking about the other side. The other side that doesn't actually even exist. Or does it? It's too hard to paint the invisibility or dress up the nonexistence. But for me it's not enough. It makes me too curious... too restless to keep walking when i know there are only limited number of roads that i can follow. Why can't i break the rules of the universe, the rules of the human existence? I long for doing something that is not possible. Something that doesn't exist in this world where we are walking, breathing, crying, laughing and finally dying. Something that you don't have to explain because the emotion itself is so huge that it breaks down all the words and expressions that have ever been knitted together. I want to get out. Out of this substance. Out of this safely familiar world. Out of this same old macrocosm. I am a prisoner. We all are.