Boxes, boxes, trapped in boxes.
You’ve felt it before, boxed in. Boxed in.
And sometimes, maybe the right thing to do would be to stay in the box.
It’s warm in the box, and safe, and no one there will ever hurt you.
You could just get along in the box for 60 or so years and that’d be it.
No great loves, no great pains.
Or …
Something else.
You could leave the box. There’s no lock on the lid.
You could see the exciting places and interesting, glittering things outside your experience.
Everyone says that’s what they’d do.
But most of them just yell it from box to box.
“I don’t go anywhere whithout my switchblade”
I don’t go anywhere whithout crew
I don’t go anywhere without protection
I don’t go anywhere without my weapons.”
i’m not only leaving the box in 5 days, i cut a huge, gaping hole in it. i’m freaked out, losing sleep, but i figure… there are places to go, things to see… and i’ll never get around to it if i stay in the french hick-town i live in. so off i go.
*taps on the side of your box* Heeeeeelllooooooo?
…What the fuck are you talking about? No more Ho-Hos before bedtime, big guy.
Hey. No more box talk you hear me? This is a family show.
its not warm if youre trapped in an ice box
Do you really eat Ho-Hos before bedtime?
And sometimes hoes after bedtime. . . .
c’mon, you had to see that one coming.
As long as the box has some clear sides to see out of then it is ok.
Otherwise, you might have to go for some Twinkies.
Nicely put. We’d all like to be able to stay in the box sometimes. In fact, I’ve nested in mine, decorated it. I have a letter box and a doorbell and a plaque that says Box Sweet Box on it.
box? BOX? I don’t got no box. 🙁
You are SO right, but crawling out of the box is scary. I’m working on it, though……every day.