More than rough, brown, cardboard.
More than a cube with eight corners.
You’re the keeper of all things.
Easily sealed, holding in emotions, secrets,
Truths rattling from deep within.
Opening you is a challenge of its own,
For what wants to be hidden shall stay that way.
For when it is in the keeper of all things,
A single secret shall not slip.
A single truth shall not be revealed.
A single memory shall not be shared.
Or the keeper of all things would be no more.
No more than a haven of lost thoughts.
No more than a treasury of forgotten artifacts.
No more than just a box.