Sept 5th, 07
How come reality always comes in the frayed manila package?
Why not in the beautiful, intricately perfect one with the cute smile?
God delivers both packages to my door and everyone else's, too.
You can never have both, though, so you have to pick which one to try for today.
It's always the pretty one.
You rip it open and it's always something fun and entertaining.
You play around with it till the next day when you wake up and its gone.
Thats the cruel reminder that it wasn't reality.
So another set of packages come, and you had some fun with the last pretty one and miss it so you choose the pretty one again.
It's always something cool and mass produced like a lap top or a CD player...
Life goes on and the packages get old.
Until you are finally so sick of being without when the sun comes up that you go for the frumpy package.
You slowly untie all the little strings and cut all the tape that holds the box together.
Finally, you lift the cardboard flaps and see a whole pile of junk.
Not disappointed, but confused and slightly curious, you begin to pull stuff out one by one.
Every object is unique and interesting.
These things aren't just amusing; they're fascinating and captivating.
Your enthralled all day and still have more to dig out when you go to sleep.
You wake up and the old box, that now looks cozy instead of worn, is still there.
Just like it will be everyday to distract you from wanting to try a new package.
Until the other pretty packages stop coming all together.
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