Nothing
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. :)
posted by The Little Man on the Soapbox @ 9:38 AM
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