The Box in You're Mind.

Behind your brain, stuffed in the corner of subconscious… is a box, caked in dust and grime. Opening the closet door, you slowly approach the box. Under every step, the faint stench of ash and cinder grows stronger, the bellowing crash grows louder, the curdling shrieks grows ever more chilling.

You’re standing over the box now, looking down on it. Wiping away the dust, the forgotten words written atop the cover are revealed once again. The black sharpie fading away like the memories. “For You,” it reads.

You hate crying, the way it brings upon pity, make you seem weak, useless, but you can’t help it. Opening the box, there is nothing but a burnt photograph, the edges plagued by time and neglect. The picture’s of you, holding him, smiling.

The screaming comes back to you, rattling you. The smell of fire, pluming around you. The dead look in his eyes, staring at you. It all comes back, it never leaves.

Time can’t be erased. All sorrow, all sins, all lack of faith, it all rests in that box, the box in your mind.

Comments

[Unbridled Dolly]

Is that... real?

[EquestrianEmo]

WHAT????? *sobs* WHYY...