It’s my secret artifact—a box made of thought and adorned with the subtle elegance of rare crystal, preserved within the sanctuary of my imagination. As insomnia’s restless embrace guides my footsteps, an unsettling serenity blooms. It is then that I retract the box’s protrusions and silently explore its contents.

In my little world, there is a place for everyone—a sanctuary for every soul. Some find their space alongside someone or something, sharing the journey and weaving their existences together. Others carve out a niche for themselves, embracing the simplicity of coexistence with their own being. Within my box, I hold these souls close, for their presence fuels my desire to learn all that life has to offer.

To be joyfully alone and to laugh with abandon, to become the embodiment of freedom—these are the aspirations I cherish. And so, I keep myself within my little box, with only a small piece of my soul exposed, a vulnerable fragment that remains open to the possibility of venturing forth into new imaginary landscapes and blank pages awaiting fresh poems.

Until that time comes, I remain an enchanted dreamer, content in the knowledge that my box holds the essence of my being, a place where all can find solace and belonging. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer