I bend over, confined and cooped up in my box. My box is
black and dark. Saved on the corner.
Meanwhile he is running, in the middle of uproar chaos and
debris. In the middle of everything, as he trying to crack the vociferafous.
The coldness of his heart creeps into my box, freezes me.
He will come, if the world stops for a beat.
He will approach my box, saved in the deep, looking into my
eyes thoroughly, and says
“You are the one who keep me sane.”
As I’m melted a little bit, he closes my box and running
again.
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