I have a little imaginary box that I put all my troubles in- a small box made of ebony. Everyday when I have negative thoughts, I open that little box and dump all those thoughts into it.

The box is tiny outside, but enormous inside, and filled to the brim. Someday, like Pandora’s I fear that box will open.

There are little boxes in everyone’s life…some small, some large…some full, some empty….

Oh to have an empty one.