Lily♥White

Late at night an empty box stands inside a house; it's flaps left open and the contents simply air. Simple air, but sweet, life-giving air given by one to another to breathe taking long deep breaths of lovers' air. The box thrown to the side, flaps open, seeps the sweetened air into all, the lovers' air commingling with earthy air. Air is air but the sweet gift was given and tossed to the side. The one who cared enough to give such a simple sweet gift left alone, tossed aside, left just inside the front door. He stands above the discarded cardboard box. He feels he is the sweet air he gave that was tossed aside; he is the lovers' air he gave and has been tossed aside. The front door swings open. The box and boy both are swept past by a gust of air. Neither sweet nor earthy, the air engulfs the air in and out of the box. The new air is of pain. A new air, an air to be inhaled sharply and exhaled much the same, no thought of sweetness or sensuality. There is no earthy musk, no sweetened love, just an overwhelming disappointment. The new air jumps into the open box, strewn across the room by the air. The boy watches in awe with broken heart. He sobs in the night air, beside the box of sweet air blown across the room. The girl wakes; walks to get her lovers' air. Tempted to breathe such sweet air. She walks to find her box of sweetened lovers' air. She walks to where it was and it's no longer there. She had left it there next to the front door, box open to allow out her lovers' air, so she could breathe it while she slept. And as she slept she dreamt. She dreamt of sweet air and her lovers' embrace. She breathed her sweet air. But now her box is gone and the lovers' air, too. She falls to her knees. She's crying and now she can't breathe. She can't breathe! Where is the air meant for her to breathe deeply and sensually? Now, there was an air of mistrust and pain that was to be inhaled sharply and exhaled just the same. She breathed the air of heartbreak, choking… this air isn't meant to be breathed by a lover or a dreamer. It is meant for those without love and dreams. He sees her crumpled form, fallen to the floor. He picks up the box and breathes in and out a sweetened air. He brings the box to her over there. She is convulsing for her lack of sweetened lovers' air. She is gasping for the sweet air until she breathes it in. The sweet air fills her lungs, the box and boy saving the girl. The box wasn't tossed aside or left alone, it was opened to allow the sweetened air to permeate all other air while she breathed through the night and her dreams.Insecurity... but sometimes it's not just insecurity. Sometimes it's intuition.I like to write. Can you tell?