it was a beautiful letdown.
i started out with a half-empty white box. but as time passed, it grew fuller, heavier and darker by the day, and the lid began to tighten. back then, i was desperately trying to empty some of the items in the box, but the load inside just kept muliplying.
once when i tried to dispose part of it away, i regretted my foolish decision and placed everything back into the box again. another time, i was so careless in handling the box that i allowed some of the things inside to spill out from the lid, leaving a trail behind me as i unknowingly carried on. then some people followed the trail to find out the culprit who ruined the white floors, and before i knew it, i was made to clean up the mess.
the box has always been a liabilty rather than an asset to me. i had been wanting to get rid of the entire box, but the last time i gave it to a passerby (whom i thought was up to the herculean task), it ended up at my door weeks later - with twice the size, twice the weight and twice the blackness.
and so i gave up trying. i am just going to live with it,
my beloved big bulky black box.
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