The door opens
rusted hinges creak.
A burnt bulb keeps the dark.

Shrouded walls lined with containers, jars and boxes.
Each labeled with a Feeling

We try our best to preserve our hearts
Keep them safe
Hidden

When moving day comes
and we pack ourselves up
we are given two choices.

Close the lid tight
Ensuring protection
Or keep it cracked
So that someone may find their way in.