• My Box

    by  • April 30, 2010 • Frustration, To You • 1 Comment

    Dear Ambition,
    So i’m sitting in this box.

    Its really not that bad.
    its got about everything i could ever need or want and i’m pretty blessed to have it.
    its been keeping me safely packaged for 18 years.. there’s bubble wrap everywhere I tip over.

    And i’ve just been sitting in this box.
    Going through the motions.

    Its really not that great.
    I’m protected from every angle.
    And the worst part is, i like it.
    Rely on it.

    But i don’t really feel like life revolves around me anymore like I used to.
    And I’m seeing things that are horrible and i’m seeing things that are wonderful..
    and none of them are in this box with me.
    I slapped some paint on the outside wall and wrote some opinions on my forehead with a semi-permanent marker.

    but i’m still sitting in THIS box.

    I am DYING to see my reaction out side of these barriers.
    I almost want to step out and immediately tumble down.
    Maybe scrape my knees a little.

    So how do i get out of this box?

    Because i think i need to go to canada.

    I dont know a thing about them.
    And i need to figure them out.

    So i guess real life begins,
    Once upon a time, i stepped out of my box…
    Now where does it end?

    yours truly,

    One Response to My Box

    1. Love this.
      April 30, 2010 at 10:34 pm

      I love this so much. Very well written and hit a nerve with me. For a minute there, I thought I may had written it. 🙂

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