"I feel like I am a large cardboard box. As you open one box, there is another inside. People peel away the layers to find a new a different box inside. Each one is a different part of me. Then I get to a point where one of the boxes is taped close, and I don't have the correct tools to open it up. So there I am, people slowly pulling back the boxes behind me, while I desperately try to pry open the next box.
In the center of all these boxes it a little wooden box. There is something inside but I don't know what. All I know is that it's there. I don't know if I'll ever get down to that little wooden box. I probably never will, but that's okay with me. It's just comforting to know it's there."
-- Kooka

Isn't that what we all feel like? I know I do. Stupid adolescence.

~ PenguinGirl opens the boxes

2007-08-21 - 6:17 p.m.
Back & Forth