Pandora

And so you stand there, turning the box in your hand, looking for cracks where you may peep through, examining the angles for irregularities, squinting at invisible lines, lines you know might not be there or might be, thinking, thinking, should you pull the string and risk letting what's inside get out, or should you leave it where you found it, do you remember the exact spot it was sitting on? You're thinking, maybe you're not supposed to be holding it, in the first place, maybe it was meant to just be there, where it was when you saw it, but what if it meant for you to find it, yet how could you be certain that it meant for you to find it?

But, oh, what nice, pleasant possibilities lie inside its four corners, what beauty, what hope? And you, who've been looking for beauty, for hope, how tempting to unwrap the beauty, the hope.