A box full of 'Me'... I shove my hand in blindly. "That's a stupid idea," Chimes Sanity I feel something soft, Something very hard... "That's what she said." Hope cracks a joke, laugh echoing in my head. My fingertips freeze icy cold, It's a memory of snow, it's very old... "I'll be 'very old' by the time you get to the point." I ignore Hope, always the impatient one. A memory of soft summer grass, Of Dad's booming laugh, A memory of sand beneath my feet so rough... "Ok, you've had your fun. That's enough." My Heart demands desperately, But it's too late, I've already found the root memory... _I'm twenty years old,_ _And I'm drowning in grief,_ _My Heart is being dragged across the coral reef._ _My heart is _**_breaking_**_,_ _Hope is sick, he's dying,_ _Sanity is gone, she's been missing..._ _Ah, there she is, Innocence._ _She's small, like a child,_ _My Heart's suffering is reeking havoc, it's wild._ _Innocence is caught in the middle,_ _Trapped, so scared, too little._ _I scream at her to 'Hide until it's safe'..._ I suppose this was her best hiding place, The Lost and found box in my mind. Hope whistles, always a wise-ass, always so clever, "You just played the best hide n' seek game, _ever_." Sanity wacks him on the head, Silently thanking God that Hope is not dead. My Heart takes Innocence back into her arms, Safe from damage, safe from harm. Innocence laughs, a lovely sweet sound. Because Innocence lost, can always be found.