thoughts on an empty room
i stare at what little remains of 14 years in one room. It is a sad sight to see an empty bookcase, like a leash without a dog or a vase without flowers. So many tid bits here and there. Long lost love letters, a dusty stack of pokemon cards, every hair tie ive ever owned. Having my room jumbled up so badly has put old things next to new, like a tarnished spikey leather collar next to a much cherished cuff, a silly musical stuffed unicorn next to a teddy bear i hadn't hugged in years, and a sketch book i havent even cracks next to one ive had since elementary school. Its hard not to cry packing away all my cherished possesions, but i soldier on in my one true goal in life. Independance.