tonight.
Sitting, nostalgic.
Looking. Remembering. Feeling.
This place, the time passed here.
Has shaped me.
The people, who have filled this space with me.
Moments replay themselves in my head (or is that my heart?)
They are weighty.
I feel them in the very fibers of my body.
Still sitting,
determined not to shake them off.
But to absorb it all.
All the pain,
All the joy,
All the sheer “life”
that has passed by
in this space.
It goes with me,
and yet
I leave it behind.
Tonight, it is the walls that tell the stories. I laugh and cry with them.
Tomorrow, it is my eyes, my essence, that will carry each one.
I invite each of these memories, moments, to find their home in me.
And I am forced to expand
And grow to include them all.













