Box
I continue to walk and walk through Forests,
hop over rocks,
swim through lakes,
Hike up mountains and beyond all to reach the box.
a quite intricate beautiful sight that seems as im the only one to see.
it's warm and comforting and holds its arms out dearly eager to take me in.
i continued to hop, skip, and swim over to my safe place.
it's since been taken and moved someplace else and a part of me has left with it.
i wish i could go back to that box,
i strive everyday to come across it one day again
and hopefully nothing was lost inbetween the cracks of space and time.
I loved the box,
and it loved me too.
So i will return to the place where I'd once been with them
and relive all the happiest sweet memories i have.
and thats all i could ever need.
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