The mystery box

What a story, but a silent one indeed.

You see my ideas marinating on your dinner plate, yet visualize eating the cure to your silence.

I’m mystical in features, blending into the forest of your television.

If you dare to search for the pieces to this box, understand this.

I created this box of worry & sorrow,

A world where one organism can change mankind,

Can you guess?

Look closely in the mirror when you say my name.

Call on your powers & you shall be saved.

If your mind is oblivious to your soul, you project your own mystery.

I have no fingerprints or any type of evidence that gives my identity away.

Using your senses begins the search inside this mystery box.

It’s no secret that I hunt you down at night.

My message is to understand you as the other image to my heart.

Strange noises enter your mind,

possessing the only spirit capable of waking you up from your nightmares.

Know that these pieces are part of this mystery box.

I see you throwing in the towel, yet I see you shed no effort.

I looked all over the world trying to solve this mystery box of yours.

I asked for suggestions, advice, spiritually guidance.

I acquired nothing but a fragile heart inside this mystery box of yours.

It beats & pumps but something is still off about this.

Let me try something.

Let’s add this piece to the mystery box.

Oh now I understand.

The Mystery Box is you.