Hidden behind Glass

Imagine a box. It's a normal box. Nothing interesting about it. Simply a box.
That's me. That's all you will see. Nothing else. Except maybe my smile.

I'll disarm you with my smile.

This is how we'll live our lives. Nothing special. Just a box. Don't try to open the box. Please. Inside is more than you could ever guess. Emotions enough to fill a room, trying to get out. And don't expect to ever see those emotions. Such a whirlwind will be hidden from the world. Encased in this box. There will be nothing to see. Just a box and a smile.

The box is strong. Damn strong. Just hope what's inside doesn't become stronger. It could overwhelm us all.

Don't try to open the box. That way only one of us sees the pain.

Window...less?

I often wonder how I would survive x amount of time in prison. How could I withstand the pain and torture that comes with the loss of freedom? In my bedroom I keep my window shades shut, merely because I enjoy the privacy. Yet I can still view the world through the slitted cracks, which divulge their secrets in such straight rows. So I am not totally shut out. And at any given time I can open them, or even walk outside (which I do quite often don't let me fool you) to view the world in all its aspects. So without this freedom, this ability in which one can move through the world, how do we react? How would I react? I doubt i'll really know the answer until the time comes "knock on wood". Until then... It's something to think about.