so many thing worming around in my head. pain, hurt, regret, hate, love, vengance, so many things and i can't seperate them one from one from one. i feel so alone in my pain, in my emotions. i feel as though no one has ever felt this way before and each time i meet someone who has i feel as though i am a part of a secret society... one where we all know each other but never speak of our pain as though our lips were sewn shut with steel thread.
part of me denies this pain, denies any of this happened. i want to open my eyes and know that everything is ok. that everything is as it was.
i want to scream out that this isn't fair... this isn't my life.
the little box gets her first teeth
and her little length
little width little emptiness
and all the rest she has
the little box continues growing
and the cupboard she was in before
is now inside her
and she grows and grows and grows
and now the room is inside her
and the house and the city and the earth
and the world she was in before
the little box remembers her childhood
and by great longing
becomes a little box again
now in the little box
you have the whole world miniature
you can easily put it in a pocket
steal it or lose it
take care of the little box
- Vasko Popa