there is something about an empty dorm that is incredibly sad
in the way it mirrors growing up--
how easy it is to build up something of your own
without a care of the people who came before
yet how hard it is to break it down again
and leave the space to those who come after.
peel away months of work
one layer at a time
and wonder
just who comes next...
simple rooms of those who have never moved
a cozy eighteen years in the same space
cannot appreciate until now
how much stuff gets layered:
one day at a time
down go the pictures
of friends and brothers and sisters and roommates
while thin
YES! Since I am on break haha and all that's left for me to freak out over in school is my exit project and exam, and a few lab reports and intermittent research