independence day

there's a box sitting in the corner of an almost empty room and in it sits the memories of my future and my past poured into one person and one expectation of greatness that never seemed to live up to our fantasies.

if i had things my way i'd carry that box around with me around my neck and read the words that made me compile the box in the first place and show the world how you subdued me into the state that i will remain until the freedom brought on with this mutual decision passes away and once again i'm entangled in the arms and legs and thoughts and words and breaths and bottles that so many see as my poison.