meaningless story about no(some)one
last night i had a dream. it was years from now and everything was perfect. i had a husband, kids, big house, the works. and with me i had a box. and i would cary this box wherever i went, and in this box was you, and everything was perfect because of you. everyday i would open the box and there you would be. always excited to see me. you would give me advice, figure everything out in advance so that i dont get into any kind of mess,make me feel better when i was down about anything at all, and the occasional kiss on the nose. i never had to think about what you were doing or how your life might be going because i knew you were always in there waiting for me to say hello, and i would do so quite often.
and yet with all this i had a fear. this fear would balance out all that happiness in a second no less. always in the back of my head no matter what. and i knew it was only time. and when that time came it was only a thousand times worse than expected. with all that happiness and love the one thing that kept me in shape and in order of any type was no where. no matter how hard i checked in every corner you werent in the box. no more laughs, secrets, crazy experiences and stories, no more occasional kiss on the nose.
i remember you saying once that you hada dream. and in this dream there were birthdays and presents and hapiness. and i was the only one at the end of the day with an unopened box. while everyone else riped theirs apart, i seemed to have been waiting for something more, a better time it seemed like.
it only makes me angry to know that what once took so long to discover and make was taken away only a thousand times faster.
and in the end,like a fight over fast gobbled food, everything was gone. although the husband, kids, and big house was there, nothing would ever be perfect again.
and again it was back into quiet, used, worthless. this time unlike ever before.
and yet with all this i had a fear. this fear would balance out all that happiness in a second no less. always in the back of my head no matter what. and i knew it was only time. and when that time came it was only a thousand times worse than expected. with all that happiness and love the one thing that kept me in shape and in order of any type was no where. no matter how hard i checked in every corner you werent in the box. no more laughs, secrets, crazy experiences and stories, no more occasional kiss on the nose.
i remember you saying once that you hada dream. and in this dream there were birthdays and presents and hapiness. and i was the only one at the end of the day with an unopened box. while everyone else riped theirs apart, i seemed to have been waiting for something more, a better time it seemed like.
it only makes me angry to know that what once took so long to discover and make was taken away only a thousand times faster.
and in the end,like a fight over fast gobbled food, everything was gone. although the husband, kids, and big house was there, nothing would ever be perfect again.
and again it was back into quiet, used, worthless. this time unlike ever before.