Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford

I am locking myself in a box, this self that aspires to your love, that my hopes may be kept safe.

But the box shall grow smaller with time and may, one day, disappear. And, then again, the key may become lost.

The box I am placing within a mannequin which must serve to perform the act of my life until the box shall be unlocked. It shall hide this self, and this self shall sleep undisturbed, and it may be that it shall forget how to wake.

The mannequin shall know of this story, but shall be without power to speak of it. And this self shall wait until it is called and the box is unlocked, and then it shall hide no more and all shall hear its love.
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