Stories To Tell

Pandora's Box

She wished again, wished things were like before. She told herself to stop wishing ridiculous things.
When she thought about it, back in the early years everything was different. There wasn't a definition of anything. Everything was so pure and simple. She wanted that back. No definition of beauty or intelligence or anything. That small thought made the most fragile flowers bloom and the most frightened baby birds take their first flight.
She wanted simplicity. Her heart grew smaller and smaller in her fragile pale chest thinking she'd die without ever witnessing it.
She convinced herself she'd bring it back to those days. When there was still hope for human kind.
Everyone has problems, no one can deny that, but not many have the hope and belief she carries.
You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants a magical solution to their problems but everyone refuses to believe in magic.
She believed in magic. She believed in it so strongly sometimes she thought there was another world out there full of it.
She had an answer to the why the world was what it was.
The magical myth of Pandora's box is to blame. So selfish letting out every dreadful characteristics of us humans.
Fear, Tragedy, Cruelty, Sadness.
What was left? Hope. Closed away in box, perhaps lost forever.
But she'll search with all her soul, and she'll find the box. She'll bring back hope. even if the world didn't want it anymore.