here in this box

this box waiting for words sometimes sits here overnight cuz i fall asleep after opening it like i did tonight (which is last night now in real time, but hey, this is (e)thereal, not RealTime™, after all... nyuk nyuk, ya know) and sometimes days can go by with the empty box just sitting patiently (or perhaps impatiently, as we, being the ones who live for the words, might, if we noticed, if we paid attention, if we cared... but we do care, even when we are away, distracted by life or death or something in between, even) and yet this was days later, filling in the space of the day before yesterday, now, a day after, still, waiting for words... and then blogger sometimes kills the box, or at least removes it's power to upload, to transfer words to the blog for you to read... that is a cruel thing to do to the box, for the box did not choose to wait, empty and longing for words, the box just waited... that is life sometimes, here in this box...

and sometimes we don't even know it...