The Box With My Spirit In It

If I could have one chance to find everything I have ever lost, the one thing I would search for would be my spirit. Once upon a time I locked it away in a box because I thought life would be easier without it. I figured if I couldn’t feel then I couldn’t be hurt. If I couldn’t dream then I could no longer be distracted. I could focus on the things everyone said was important. That spirit of mine seemed to be causing more harm than good, so I took matters into my own hands. I was done with being controlled by my hopes and dreams and feelings, and so I let my conscious brain take over. That may have been my worst mistake. I thought things would be better with an analytic brain, but turns out my dreams were the most important part of me. I had the option to burn my spirit, but I didn’t do it. Perhaps I secretly knew that one day I would want it back. I saved that box with my spirit in it and planned on opening it back up one day, but then I lost it. Once I decided I wanted it back, it was too late. It was gone. Maybe one day I’ll find it again.