Image of boxes

I don't have many words to fill this white space. Or maybe I do but they are hidden somewhere.
I feel like I have been put in a box. With my words. There is not enough space for all of us, so I leave them out.

Outside the box there is lots of space. Also light. Ideas can flow freely, occasionally crash into objects, but it does not matter: they grow stronger. Sometimes boxes are used to protect ideas, but they are made of a soft transparent material and are never locked: everyone has got access to them.

The box I feel I have been put in has got solid walls and most important you can't see what's outside.
It's containing me, it's not protecting me.

There is a little corner called the Labs out there. We have got boxes but only to keep cables of ideas and voices called phones.

There was a little corner out there and I was flowing in. I am now in a box already missing that little corner: there are no cables here though.