There was Nobody living

Nobody was living

Nobody lived inside an empty box

The box among millions of boxes

Millions among billions of no name boxes


Some empty, some full

Some open, some sealed

Some with an address on one side

But so many without


Nobody felt nothing

No emotion, nor thought

Nobody wasn’t sad, nor glad

No limitation of size

Not space nor time

Nobody wasn’t he, she, it


In a gloomy day like

Every single day of its life,

The box said:

I wish there was something

Something inside or beside me

An address, a sheet of paper

A piece of tape on the ceiling, a label,

Even the box maker’s pencil mark

But I’m my own preacher and cheerleader


The box’s sigh penetrated space,

Bent the contours of time,

Surged forward and touched the nothingness

Nobody heard the box’s sigh,

Felt the pain of missing,

And for the first time Nobody wished:

I wish I was somebody


The bluest sky with silver clouds

The greenest earth with turquoise rivers

The deepest forest with giant trees

The darkest cave with strange beasts

The cleverest animal with a lovable face


May I meet the box maker

And ask for this lonely box

Because I am Nobody, the only body who’s

Dwelt for thousands of years inside this box

Though the box never knew me


Expecting no assistance

From the ocean, the sky, and the earth,

Even from the box itself,

I can only turn into an Invisible Wish

Waiting for a special event,

A phenomenon, a moment,

In which “nothing” may turn into “something”


Years passed, nobody knew

How long, no one measured the time

Until one day, a day like everyday

In a silent corner of the world,

A peaceful corner once

Occupied by boxes of all kinds


A sudden explosion occurred

Some boxes collapsed

Some were thrown into space

A phenomenal turmoil, a chaos


The poor box was lucky because only

Its flaps were torn and couldn’t close

The best opportunity

The Invisible Wish came out of the box

And looked around, ruined boxes everywhere

The injured ones scattered among many Invisible wishes!

“I am not alone,” the transformed Nobody said


Unseen by the box eyes

Invisible wishes spread across space,

Filled the universe, the earth,

Conquered millions of planets

Filled the mind of the box maker

And convinced him

To stop making boxes


Some boxes are still living

in a far corner of the world

Missing their wishes

The wishes who left them behind

And evolved

The wishes who have forgotten

That once they lived inside boxes







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