Inspired by a friend

"Box."

My life is a box.
It shows a new face every day,
And each one is flat.
Like a collapsed box.

My life is a box.
It can't roll very far without looking retarded.
Like a square box.

My life is a box.
It's used for storage.
of memories.
Like a dusty box.

My life is a box.
It comes in different sizes and designs
to meet your needs.
Like a gift box.

Boxes are much more complex than you think.
Boxers.
Did you think of a dog? An athlete? Men's underwear?
Your mind is now blown.

My life is a box.

Amy Bohon,
~4.19.10

The whereabouts of this blog's name

"From a Dark Heart."

Maybe.
Maybe.
It's always the same.
This word you indirectly speak to me keeps me alive.
But it also kills me.
What's going on in your mind?
Are you really thinking about it?
Are you thinking about me at all?
Or is it just buying you time?
If it is, I hope you don't feel bad about giving me false hope.
I like to think you aren't that type of person,
But I just don't really know.
I just hope you realize how much I love you.
(I could never be mad at you anyway.)
This is coming from the soul that is shadowed until you make a decision.
(No rush.)
This comes from my dark heart.

~4/18/10,