The Box

A lifeless and rigid structure that is empty without any valuables. It is shell of that is there to shield the heart from all danger. From the things that can cause harm and agony. It withstands all the damage to preserve the vulnerable light from all the darkness.

It defends someone from all the unknown that is denounced to them. It has no purpose, but to make sure that one is not influenced by that vulgar beings that swarm around you. It may be filled with cuts and bruises, and can be on the verge of collapse it cares only for it’s contents and whether they are safe and secure. This can be seen as a selfless act and a self destructive one.

We take this from the perspective where the complex safety structure is lifeless, but what if I told that it was a person. It was protecting someone else’s heart to surrender to another. Imagine the pain that one could feel from doing such a torturous task. Being used, taking all the pain and then remembering what they are.

It’s a sad thing to envision where in actuality most of us are these boxes only being used. Whether we notice what is becoming of us or make the choice not to be a stepping stone of others. The heartbreaking truth is that even if we are not boxes ourselves, others become the boxes the present their values to us without even noticing until it’s too late. This becomes a never ending cycle of manipulation and extortion.

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