a box metaphora box metaphora box metaphor by ThineDreamer
sometimes i wish i wasn’t a box
with everything stored away out of sight,
waiting for someone to open me up with careful fingers.
but my nature is of a box left dusty on a forgotten shelf in a closet,
letting things stay inside while my cardboard ages
and bears the marks of my insides only if you wish to label it.
i’ve taped myself shut, but sometimes things have a way of getting out.
maybe the weight of everything caused the shelf to fall
and the tape was cheap.
the contents spill and a mess must be dealt with.
it’s all forced back inside but feels lighter somehow
because some of the load has been taken away
and i’m sealed tight once more.
please remember to handle me with care.
i may appear reliable and sturdy,
but everything knows stress and wear
and with enough of either or both,
any box can come undone.
AcceptanceKakashi was fresh out of the hospital and all he wanted was to eat solid food and sleep in his own bed while he waited for his team to return, hopefully with news about Orochimaru and Sasuke. His body was still sore from overuse of the Mangekyou Sharingan and he wasn’t quite one hundred percent, but it wouldn’t be long before he was needed for a mission again. The silver-haired man was just sitting down to read the Icha series when there was a knocking at the door, forcing him to get up again.Acceptance by ThineDreamer
“If it’s you, Gai, I really don’t have the energy for one of your challenges,” Kakashi grumbled, opening the door. “Oh, Okihi. What a nice surprise.”
“Hello, Kakashi,” the lady Uchiha greeted.
“Come on in, make yourself at home,” he said, stepping aside so the dark-haired woman could enter. “What brings you to my humble little hobble?”
“Well, I just thought that, since this is your first night out of
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The night was cool, just containing enough heat from the hot day to keep Hathor from needing to light a fire. She enjoyed this time for her meditation and reflection—it was not warm or cold and allowed for the clearest of thoughts. She remembered practicing her magic at this hour when she was still learning to harness it, and even after that time it was a pleasant moment where she could be alone to do what she would. Sleeping after this also ensured she would sleep past sunrise, which she had an aversion to ever since that day when she was told by Aknadin the pharaoh wanted her exiled. She remembered that time with an aching heart, along with that terrible feeling of guilt as she was forced to leave the only life she knew, and to then repeat that pain when she was told Atem was dead…
Her teal eyes snapped open and she shook her head, hoping to rid her mind of those terrible thoughts. She had been forced to live through Atem’s death and life, and she cop
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“Alright, Fairbourne, pay attention. I’m going to teach you how to keep the Death Eaters from probing your thoughts,” the platinum blond wizard stated to the blonde witch, brandishing his wand like a sword as he closed and locked the door behind him.
Bridget set down the potions book she had been studying, looking at the boy with a raised eyebrow. Since unofficially joining the Death Eaters, her real motives had been revealed to Draco Malfoy during an argument where they were both made to clear their consciences to each other. They knew things about each other’s reasons for associating with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, things that could get them both in trouble if either one of them were to capture the attention of someone more powerful. It would make sense to learn a way to protect their thoughts against anyone who would be snooping, but wouldn’t those people have been doing that already? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his Death Eaters weren
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