I’m in a box.
A hard, cardboard box,
The kind used for fragile items.
I can see the end of the box,
And where it began,
And everything in between.
The beginning,
Illuminated with a beautiful light,
Full of promise.
The middle,
Glowing at first,
Slowly dimming out.
The end…
I don’t want to see anymore.
I can’t see anymore.
It’s all black.
– Pihu J.