There is a glass box sitting in the middle of a crowded room.
Everyone is walking past this box, looking at at, talking about it and analyzing every detail.
I'm in this box and I'm trapped.
I'm suffocating because this box has no space in it to breathe. I'm drowning in this box, it's filled with tears.
Everyone sees me but they can't hear me, they don't know who I am.
They can't see my tears. They don't know that I am so close to drowning...
I've been stuck in this box for far too long. I don't remember what air tastes like. I don't remember life before this box. Was there life before the box? Do I belong in this box?
This box can only be shattered with love but no one bothers to do so.
I don't see love anywhere, there were a few people whom I thought were love. They'd come every once in a while and sit down beside the box, They'd make me feel like I wasn't in it but no matter how hard I tried not to see it there were always six walls of glass surrounding me.
For a while the walls seemed to have disappeared, it was just an illusion.
Even though these people would sit down beside my box and make me feel love, they were not love.
They were outside my box and I was inside. When I thought it was love, love thought it was just a game.
Love didn't want me, for I was not love.
I still can't find love. Where is love?
Next time I think I see love, I will not let love sit next to me. If I do let love sit I may believe it's actually love, here to shatter the box. As soon as I realize that it is not , my tears will fill the box more and more. Eventually they will reach my stomach, then my neck, until I am completely submerged in tears. I will drown in this glass box.
And this is why I am afraid of love, there is only so much space in this box for my tears until I drown.
