I love Plato's Cave.
I'm missing a lot of people, a lot of things. a lot a lot a lot. Nowadays I feel like crying for about no reason at all. But I can't find the tears.

the past will never come back.

I love Plato's Cave.

Sure in it the 'prisoners' are being chained to the wall, only seeing the shadows on the wall. but they had their fellow prisoners with them, they had the warmth from the fire, and the shadows that made up their world.

Who cares what's outside the Cave. But wat's INSIDE the cave is THEIR world.

It's their home.

Where they belong.

One day they will step out. They will see the 'nicer' world, the big picture, the birds chirping in the trees and the flowers blossoming in the grass, tilting from side to side as the breeze gently blows.

And they'll see the pollution, the deceit, the blindness, the crudeness. They'll never be able to go back to their Cave again. They gained knowledge outside.

But they lost their world.