Screaming box

In the middle of a room stood a table and on the middle of the table was a box. It was the screaming box. the box was unmoving and didn't make any noise. Time passed, people came and went, life went on and no one noticed the screaming box. The Box was an ordinary brown box, it was wooden, had a simple metal latch, it wasn't even locked. On top of the box rested a bottle. The bottle contained anything you wanted, it contained your best memory and the greatest feelings and didn't seem to weigh anything at all. Despite seeming light weight, the bottle was keeping the box shut and made it impossible to open. The bottle kept the screams inside the box while appearing ordinary so no one would take notice. The best way to imprison something is to first, secure that thing tightly somewhere and the second is to trick the outside would into believing nothing is locked away at all. The world sees a box and a bottle, so boring, so ordinary.

The struggle is deep inside, its the fight to break free from the box, to escape the oppressive weight of the bottle. Then one day the bottle is empty, the weight is gone and the box flies open. Screams and cries erupt from the box with glass shattering frequency. The screaming is urgent, its sadness and rage, the cries of joy and pain all mix together into a howling that cracks the ceiling and rattles your bones. The people don't like the screams, they don't understand why the screams are happening and they wish it would go away. The screams are no longer being held captive but the outside world is cold and the world inside the box was safe. The source of the screams within the box has to decide if it is better to be safe or to be free. Is it better to feel every emotion to its fullest or rein in all in at once? There is no inbetween, its all or nothing, screaming or silence.

The screaming dies down and becomes more controlled but never goes away. Life starts to move on again, everyone adjusts to the new normal. the screaming is joined by laughter and then laughter leads to crying. Then one day, for no reason at all, the box is closed again and a new bottle is placed on top. the weight is security but its also crushing.

The Box becomes silent again and life goes on.