The box.

I am in a box.

This box is small. It has no holes to allow light to shine through. It has no door for people to enter. It has nothing. It is dark. It is cold, and God knows it is lonely. I am trapped inside this box.

This box is my life.

I used to live outside. I used to feel the sun on my skin and feel the wind brush against my body. I used to laugh. I even used to smile.

I cannot remember how I ended up like this, how I ended up trapped inside this box called life.

This isn't the first box I have been in. They change from time to time. You get trapped for a while, and then something happens. Light begins to peek through, a different light. A light nobody has experienced before. Everything changes, everything is different. The sun, the wind, the laughs and the smiles return to the world.

Bliss…

But even the sun sets in paradise. Winter comes, and with it so does darkness. The air becomes thicker and makes it hard to breathe. The laughter turns to tears. The smiles fade into misery. The places and people you learnt to love grow colder and colder with every breath you take.

Grief…

Darkness…

Screams…

Dead silence…

This box is small. It has no holes to allow light to shine through. It has no door for people to enter. It has nothing. It is dark. It is cold, and God knows it is lonely. I am trapped inside this box.

This box is my life.

 

 

Author's Note

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