I carry with me a small Golden Box. anywhere i go the little Box comes with me for a ride. i could never touch it, but i know i have it inside. and for years its been empty, then only thing is the feeling of lonelyness. it longs to know affection, to be filled, to feel wanted and nothing less. What is this mystery Box? that could be like a treasure. i could give it freely to any one that i choose, but they can never take it with them. so if they walk away, that Golden Box is something they will lose. once its been given and later on given back, i see all around it braking, it has begun to crack. so what happened to the Golden Box? some one was careless when they had it and i saw it being miss treated, as i stood a bit too far. because i trusted some one with my Golden Box... that is... my heart.