hefaistos

deep inside of myself, in the inner most corner of the darkest hole in my mind, i keep a box. its a sturdy casing, and i rarely open it. its locked three ways, and camoflaged to keep suspision of its existance to a minimum. inside of that box, i keep the most dear and treasured memories. the smile of my grandmother, my first kiss. a scrap of a conversation with somone that was famous. a smile i got from a teacher, and the way she ruffled my hair, even though she knew where the bruises on my legs came from. in this box i also keep the dreams and aspirations that i am afraid to let into the light. in the darkness of my precious chest, the dreams cant fail, cant be tarnished by the laughter, wont be dismissed as pipe dreams.

there they are, and there they will stay, as the last true refuge.