Day 26: Sandbox love

A friend of mine told me about her heart break yesterday, which was both meaningful and yet has lost meaning in its own way. As I conversed for a long period of time, she told me how it felt so unreal or for lack of a better word "pseudo". We have all felt the idea of losing something becoming gradually less dramatic as we proceed with our lives,and though many will argue that this is a part of growing up, I believe this is our mind compensating for things we cannot handle well. Hence, during this conversation I proposed an idea to this friend of mine which comes from computer science called "Sandbox" which essentially allows us to test codes and run experiments in an isolated manner not letting it affect the system(the system being "us" in this case). I drew an analogy as to how we learn how to sandbox love in a way where we test it out first, in bits and pieces as we go about life, and though it seems counter-intuitive it works well in most cases. Do you remember the little child that sat in front of his sandbox, building castles that stood tall, he would break them and mar them and rebuild again, for as a kid; repetition was not a bad thing, it was merely learning to get better at something. For now my friend I hope you heal in time, as I write to our discussion, the idea of Sandbox love

Sandbox love

She would dream of the mystery, the ones that were only packed up in her mind,

   That would be imperfect, that would be broken still and yet the only words she could find

She was lonely in her sandbox still, she would play with her heart,

   She would build castles out of thin air, when her world fell apart

She would tread along the pathways,those where she wouldn't want to walk,

   She would learn how to be quiet at times, when the whole world would want her to talk

She would find a cheer, she would find the sandbox, she would build again from scratch,

   She would aggregate, she would recollect the memoirs that she had

She would find beauty in nostalgia, in the past that is so thinly veiled,

In the moments of beauty that lies beneath her feet, in the times she prevailed.

Oh sandbox love, so scratch spaces in notebooks still, keep building from nothing still,

You have landscapes to create that don't come from memories, but are yours to fill.

She would cry, she would laugh, she would in time forgive and forget,

She would be herself for the best of her, she would no longer have regrets