Saturday, March 28, 2009


As was mentioned in my previous post, I was rummaging through my closet looking for my graduation pictures. Besides the poem, I found a shoebox that contained memories of my past. Letters. Notes. Pictures. Small trinkets. Things that reminded me of a time that has long since passed away. Things I tried my best to bury inside the deepest recesses of that closet.

I was always afraid of opening that box fearing what emotions might come out and, like Pandora's evils, engulf my world with darkness.

I opened that box tonight. Nothing came out.

Nothing. :)