The the funny thing about insomnia is how people first seek out why it started, and what caused it.
Was it depression, boredom, or the little people in your brain keeping the lights on?
Lets put that on the "I don't care shelf" where most people put their keys or other junk.
How about we take a peek, screw it, jump in the whole "I can't sleep" box and see the world
throught the little hole I made. I like my box, yeah sometimes it smells, or gets too crowded, but I like it.
It's my door to wonderland, or maybe the chocolate factory. I can choose where I want to go, who I want to see,
or just sit in the box. It is perfectly fine to sit in a box. It might be a little awkward to your neighbors,
but it's your box, forget them, they are just jealous that you have your box. You own it, it's yours. Not theirs, yours.
A lot of times it gets pretty noisy out side your box, causes earthquakes, a kid's ice cream drops, or some activist lady who screams
murderer as you are kicking a tree. There are also times where only silence decides to hang around. Silence comes and goes when ever it chooses.
Kind of an independent type if you ask me. Silence is a good buddy though. Like it's guarding you from all the silence sucking vampires who in
a split second could roll you and your box off a cliff.
"Hey I need help with something"
Oops just ignore that. It was just one of those little boxeaters.
You're probably thinking,"who ever wrote this is a complete wacko" Nope. I am just someone who likes sitting in a box.
I think there should be boxes on every street. That way everyone has a place to hang out.
Anyhoo, there was this one day where, well first off I am still in my box. Yeah I like my box. This day was quite different though.
I poked my head out of the box after silence decided he's stay awhile and saw the most peculiar thing. A clock with no hands or numbers, ticking
away. As if time it self found it's own little box. So I got out, put the box over my head and walked over to the clock who wishes to be called
Doctor Clock. I forgot to say that earlier, Doctor clock is a bit of a nutcase if you ask me. Doc Clock is really, really, pursuasive. Don't wanna get
on the doc's bad side. Yikes. Moving on now.
Doc Clock got really strange, really quick, kinda like the catepillar using the hookah in alice in wonderland. Doc turned his box into a little row
boat. Asked me and my box to get in. Curious I accepted.
I don't know if we shrunk or the if the world grew, but we zoooooomed through streets and alleys like Starwars. People walking down the street, drinking
their coffee, rushing to work, joggin through the park, I think I saw Timone and Pumba too. I really want to meet them.
We finally stopped but the devious little, well rather large Doctor Clock brought me to a box repair shop. My box is fine, there is no tears, rips, dents
I keep my box in tip top shape, even Linus would be proud. Doc Clock said a professional should look inside just in case there is a scratch or something.
Remember Doctor Clock is very pursuasive so reluctantly I brought my box in. All sorts of weird things were bouncing around in here. On one end
Jack Daniels was screaming at his box, and on the other Timothy Leary was singing a Celine Deone song with his box. You don't want to even know
what was going on inbetween, Lets just say it's like broke back mountain in some areas. Poor boxes. I just hug mine even more. These are problems,
what is wrong with me and my box?
"How long have you been sitting there? HELLLO?!"
I'm so sorry about that, some boxeaters don't know when to stop. Just hide in the corner over there by the lamp. The Boxeater won't look for
you over there.
Anyhoo, at the repair shop, my box was called I was asked to wait outside. Are you kidding me? Wait outside? How am I supposed to know what they
are going to do to my box. So I just ran.
We were like harrison ford in the fugitive...wait more like "The Game" with Michael Douglas running with Harrison Ford from "the Fugitive"
No idea why they were chasing us but know we just gotta run and find some proof that my box does not need repairs.
Excuse me, I am Doctor Ross, I specialize in psycholgy. I am sorry for intruding but I have something to say that you really need to hear.
It's ok, I won't be long.
I see a lot of people as the week goes on but yesterday there was something peculiar, which I think you may be apart of. You see there
was a patient of mine who was obsessed with a box, but the strangest thing was that I didn't see anything. Clinging, hugging and talking to air
that's all I saw. My patient made the appointment, even called me, but did not recall anything. Thought I was trying to disect the box.
But to the point. Do you know why you are here? Have you made an appointment? And what are you reading? I don't see anything. Are you alright?
STOPP! Don't listen to Doc Clock, I told you Doc was pursuasive. That's the way he gets you to believe him. Tries to make you question what you really see.
Here lets hide in my box. No one will see us. They can't even see my box. My box and your box has something special, and Doc Clock wants it.
I'll have to explain what happened another time but right now we need to run.