14 July 2012
Cardboard box, without a lock, without a key, that's where my heart lives.
It's tattered edges and peeling tape, it once was strong but soon it will break.
In this box I hold my love, I hold my hate, I hold my trust, I hold my fate.
And this cardboard box I will repair, tape up its edges and paint it with polka dots of hopes and dreams.
So that one day this box will be strong and tough, but this time I might just add a lock
Cardboard Box • Opuss № I