There’s a trunk I know. A trunk full of terrors. A trunk full of scares. Buried deep somewhere.
There’s a key I know. A key that opens the trunk. A key that answers all the questions. Buried deep somewhere.
All I have done for most of my life is to keep the two separate. I don’t want that trunk open. Because I’m afraid.
I am afraid to face the realities buried. I am afraid to see my deepest fears come to life. So I try to forget them.
But every now and then it leaks the scares and run. Every now and again a quake shakes it open.
And I face fears inevitable. Monsters running wild, watching me fall through the void. I am rubble.
So, I reach for the key, deep within. And I get to the trunk. Maybe I should face them.
Nah. Someday though. Someday, I swear. You don’t know if I’m lying. You can’t tell.
