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Little black box
Sitting on the floor
Sharp edges
Sharp corners
Seems like nothing more.
Doesn't open
Always tight shut
Never moves
Never rattles
It should be fine, but
The heart inside
Is it living, breathing?
The box sits still
All is quiet
Who can say if it's even beating?
Sitting on the floor
Sharp edges
Sharp corners
Seems like nothing more.
Doesn't open
Always tight shut
Never moves
Never rattles
It should be fine, but
The heart inside
Is it living, breathing?
The box sits still
All is quiet
Who can say if it's even beating?
Literature
Crush
"Crush"
What is this feeling that I get around you?
Why does the heat rush to my face when you are near?
Why does my heart leap at the sound of your voice?
Why do I always smile when you are close?
Why do I have this yearning to comfort you?
Why do I always want to give you more?
Why do I dream about you?
Why do I steal glances at you when you are not looking?
Why do I get this feeling of love whenever you hold me?
Why do I feel safe and nervous around you?
Dare I say it
I have a crush on you
Will these feelings about you stay?
Or will they go away?
I do not know
But for now
I am in love with you
Literature
Showing Yourself
Showing yourself doesn't make you weak.
I'll give you exactly what you seek.
This vulnerability is a part of you.
There isn't anything you can do.
I'm only here to give you help.
Don't have to do it by yourself.
It doesn't matter what you say.
I promise that I'm here to stay.
When you find it's hard to breathe,
Let me be there to relieve.
Want you to know I don't think less.
Only you think that you're a mess.
Please, I just want to be here.
I really do love you, dear.
Literature
Your Story
I'd much rather cry for you
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bear
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this i
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Something that came into my head last week. Love the theory of Schroedinger's cat.
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Can't you put on gloves and shake the box? 