dreaming | a collection of poems & stories

06 | boxes

she got in a

[box].

[she] would twist her self and bend herself,

so that [she] could fit in the box herself

[she] locked herself away from the world, from [her] self.

[she] forgot what she looked like,

what she loved,

because [she]

was afraid of loosing what [she] had.

but then i realized,

[we] all live in a box.

aren't [we] all afraid of

losing what [we] love,

losing who [we] love?

that's why, [i] want to get

                                                            out

of my [box]

because if what i don't want to loose can't fit inside,

then why should i twist & bend myself trying to do so?

wouldn't that be uncomfortable?

that's why i am out of the box.

  i

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