The feelings are so strong it almost hurts. The longing is always there and I try to show it the best that I can, but I am locked in the little red box.
The little red box is where I keep everything that is sacred to me.
My heart and my soul.
My heart, like many is battered and bruised. Put through hell and climbed back out retreating to the little red box.
My soul, well it has never left the box. It does not get touched. For it is the most sacred of all. Very few have ever even caught a glimpse of it and those we have, well I hope they know how rare it truly is.
The red box is as much a prison as it is a sanctuary. With all the security I get from it, there is an equal balance of loneliness.
Everyone wants to be loved and understood. Finding someone to love your heart is easy. Finding someone to understand your soul, well that is entirely different.
I’ve let my heart out of the little red box and it is feeling things I never thought it could feel. But I long for my soul to be touched, to be whispered to, to be soothed.
My heart will take the beating until it has convinced the soul that it is safe to come out.
But for now I am just going to hide in my little red box. Where it is safe.