I peeked around the corner to see if I could see who was speaking. The words sounded familiar. They once were spoken directly to me, but now they are addressed to some stranger. I stared in their direction to see if they could understand the abstract. Some would rather speak figuratively without leaving anything to interpretation. I understand, but where is the mystery? It's not good to always live inside a box. Whenever the chance might present itself to inhale one might miss the moment having always lived within the stale aroma.