...my final bow...
"There is no future,
there is no past,
I live this moment, as my last."
It's officially this time. This time you knew was comming but somehow you have been convncing yourself that it would never really happen. Rooms are empty, and half the people you have lived with the past nine months have already left, some never to see again. Sure you say that we'll talk again. And yes, for some of you thats true. But let's not kid ourselves. You know that many of them you will never see/talk to agian. Now your room is finally empty, except for our day and age, ofcouse the computer is the last thing that you keep running. The last bit of life left in your 11x11 box you've called home. Now it's that time. Time to turn off, and leave. Now your competly empty room, where the soft whisper echo's is silent. It's over. It's done. This is goodbye. So you say goodbye to the few remaining people on this floor, then leave. Right before you leave you take that one last look down that hall. Scary. You can almost see and hear the life that once billowed from it. The laughter, the music, and yes...even the drama. now you look....and it's only silence. you leave and never look back, for you know that your time here in britton has come to a close. soon the floor will come to life again in these rooms that you once called your own. but to you kow, they could never understand the family that has grown from within these walls.
so i now say goodbye to you 3rd floor britton, for you all have been good to me, as hopefully i have been good to you. for our time together has now drawn to a close. and your memories i do charish.
there is no past,
I live this moment, as my last."
It's officially this time. This time you knew was comming but somehow you have been convncing yourself that it would never really happen. Rooms are empty, and half the people you have lived with the past nine months have already left, some never to see again. Sure you say that we'll talk again. And yes, for some of you thats true. But let's not kid ourselves. You know that many of them you will never see/talk to agian. Now your room is finally empty, except for our day and age, ofcouse the computer is the last thing that you keep running. The last bit of life left in your 11x11 box you've called home. Now it's that time. Time to turn off, and leave. Now your competly empty room, where the soft whisper echo's is silent. It's over. It's done. This is goodbye. So you say goodbye to the few remaining people on this floor, then leave. Right before you leave you take that one last look down that hall. Scary. You can almost see and hear the life that once billowed from it. The laughter, the music, and yes...even the drama. now you look....and it's only silence. you leave and never look back, for you know that your time here in britton has come to a close. soon the floor will come to life again in these rooms that you once called your own. but to you kow, they could never understand the family that has grown from within these walls.
so i now say goodbye to you 3rd floor britton, for you all have been good to me, as hopefully i have been good to you. for our time together has now drawn to a close. and your memories i do charish.