(This came from my writing class, the prompt was, "You find a box labeled "Happiness", what's inside?" So naturally I wrote it, while I haven't been to the class yet for this I'm posting it here :) )
As I open up the mysterious box that glittered with intrigue that spoke to me with innocent and comforting intent within my mind, I saw all the happy memories from my childhood. I see so many memories flashing among the vast fields of my mind, they do a dance of blissful joy and young ignorance. I smile warmly to myself as thoughts of playing and enjoying my self back then flood back to me now. I remember how happy, carefree I was before I grew older and mature about the world's sorrows and cruelties, I began to realize, I was happier back then. As this thought crossed my happy mind, I start to grow a creeping sense of melancholy. My memories keep twirling and moving as I remember how I wasn't always so cynical and constantly seeing the world for its problems and insincerities, this makes my melancholy into a sadness I soon began to recognize. My memories begin to slow down and stop dancing blissfully as a frown slowly formed on my face. I begin to close the box but it forces its self-open as more bittersweet memories of being free and having adventures begin to do an unhappy stomp within me. I soon notice the tears falling down my face as I finally forced the box closed as the stomping suddenly stops. I now sit within the dark, quiet, empty fields within my mind. I cry wondering what happened to all those sweet memories, where did the child within us go? Did the world take it? Or did we outgrow ourselves? I sit and contemplate what happened to me, to everyone around me. That wasn't a box of happiness...
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