The Box of Self-Discovery: A Journey into Creativity

"I do not remember looking out the window to find me, did you?I found me in this box, and now this box was the rarest of its kind. It had gold linings and silver coatings. It had my name tagged on it and it was engrafted with an extra layer of bronze. You know the most interesting thing about this box...It sure must have fallen from a realm that seemed otherworldly... probably a realm where the extraordinary was born, one where creativity was the core of the soul, where rhymes rent the air like it was the oxygen of that world.It sure must have fallen from a realm that seemed different... different from the normal thoughts of... different from the world we exist in. Maybe this time the only gravity were the lines that held emotions to ransom.It sure must have fallen from a realm that seemed unique... at least a world where pens rather than swords were weapons, where the only death was the kind that you lost your soul to the rhythm your pen decided to dance.The box glittered in its sides, danced around but in a spot, jerked a few times like a quack engine. It seemed to have been wanting to say something but needed to try harder... In a few, just like a moth in its cocoon, it let loose... Out into the open came a star, and dear reader, that was the me I found!Do you want to know what else I found? Take this trip, follow me!