I'm looking around, in a cluttered room, box upon box. So many to go through, what surprises do the boxes hold? I trip and stumble over the little ones, and crash head first into the big ones, barely preventing an avalanche of cardboard.
Not a single solitary label on any box, where to start, where oh where? I'm deep in the maze, not sure how to get out. Then out of the corner of my eye, a clearing, with high walls of brown stacks, and a lone box in the middle, covered in dust, perhaps never touched in years, who knows how many. I look at it intently as I move towards it, slowly I get on my knees, and grab the lid, with great hesitation I open it...to find nothing. Empty, perhaps it always has been, so much anticipation for nothing...i glance at the lid on the ground, the dust now gone reveals the first label I've seen...and the label said...Dreams.
Not a single solitary label on any box, where to start, where oh where? I'm deep in the maze, not sure how to get out. Then out of the corner of my eye, a clearing, with high walls of brown stacks, and a lone box in the middle, covered in dust, perhaps never touched in years, who knows how many. I look at it intently as I move towards it, slowly I get on my knees, and grab the lid, with great hesitation I open it...to find nothing. Empty, perhaps it always has been, so much anticipation for nothing...i glance at the lid on the ground, the dust now gone reveals the first label I've seen...and the label said...Dreams.