i quite value my breath

she goes down to the basement

holding a box which contains broken parts

a box representing her broken heart

she places the box on the cracked cement
this box which she vows to never open again
and then
she ascends back up the crooked stairs
leaving this box to collect the dust in the air

in the box is the entirety of her past
she does this in an attempt to forget the people in those photographs ever existed
but she knows that this momentary courage to remove the memories wont last

she might eventually want to remember
to run her fingers over the words and images
the times that she secretly treasures

this box is her escape
once it is closed only she can choose to open it
but she can also choose to run away

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Well hi there. This was a lame attempt to try and write something until I get a better idea. In order to make this even more lame, would you like to hear my favorite pickup line at the moment? I think you do.

I value my breath so it would be nice if you didn't take it away every time you walked by.

So, I am currently trying to update my 'about me' page and oh my word its so difficult. I can't decide whether to do a bullet list or if I should go into detail about my popcorn addiction and the amount of times I have watched Sherlock. I am half joking. #thestruggleisreal

If you guys have any tips or ideas I would be eternally grateful, as I have a terrible habit of turning any simple writing task into a novel.

awkwardly signing out