I put my thoughts in the attic
Each box neatly arranged and labeled
fragile do not open
.
Every item inside carefully wrapped
So it won't get damaged
Like your grandmothers vase that one time
You were running a little too fast in the house
And it smashed into a million pieces
All you could do was cry and apologize
but it was too late
.
Because no matter how hard you tried
You could not put that vase back together
And you would never let that happen again
So you stopped running









