The old man (wise man)
It's my box.
With the piece of paper on top?
Can You see?,
With the right of my eyes, looking into the painful darkness, and the left, into the dull gray world.
I hide under it,
so one no can see me.
The Paper is where the echo of the voices that makes the attack.
Under that piece of paper, is the box, and under that box is where my mask
Lies of my dignity and my soul.
You can't flatten a piece of paper when it has scratch marks, wrinkles and the cracks of a Beat up piece of paper.
The voices tried to make it flat with a dictionary, but it still does not work.
Because the dictionary is to knowledgeable.
After, the voices tried to make it flat with an hot iron, but still does not work.
Because the hot iron will just burn the piece of paper through the box into the mask .
Then, You tried to make it flat, with the air condition blowing into the paper, thinking that it would work, but still does not work. Because, the air condition is too cold and it will just blow it away the piece of paper on box into the darkness of the earth.
there is no cure to healing -the scratch marks, the wrinkles and the cracks of the piece of paper.
But, there is one thing, that you can heal, it's not the scratch marks,or the wrinkles or nor
the cracks of the piece of paper- it's the echo of the
voices-is why I, myself,hides in
~the box~
Can you see it now?
YOU ARE READING
The black and white
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