note_in_a_box
nomme
to
you
i
will
never
be
something
worth
holding
on
to
a
moon
i
will
not
be
in
your
sky
the
sweet
thorns
you
sing
of
petals
not
my
own
scent
these
words
will
be
nothing
when
you
find
them
i
will
be
gone
by
the
time
you
forget
you
will
not
be
looking
for
me
to
you
i
am
not
lost
030817
...
bird
kinda
like
a
message_in_a_bottle
030817
...
Spare Change
In
my
hand
there
is
a
box
.
A
white
cardboard
box
,
barely
an
inch
high
and
about
two
inches
by
three
inches
in
diameter
.
It's
a
small
box
devoid
of
distinguishing
marks
.
You
wouldn't
think
it
special
,
but
in
this
box
is
a
piece
of
paper
.
You
may
laugh
now
. "
What's
so
great
about
a
piece
of
paper
?"
Well
,
I
will
tell
you
.
This
piece
of
paper
reminds
me
of
who
I
am
,
it
reminds
me
that
life
can
be
good
,
this
paper
is
my
lifejacket,
my
rescue
vessel
.
It
says
in
child's
writing
, "
I
know
you
might
get
sad
,
but
I
love
you
."
It
is
signed
"
Me
"
I
wrote
it
.
Many
years
ago
when
I
was
small
and
life
was
simple
.
And
I
take
it
out
and
look
at
it
to
remind
myself
that
no
matter
how
bad
it
gets
there
is
a
small
child
with
high
hopes
for
the
future
,
who
truly
loves
me
.
030817
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
