rearranged my room thinking that maybe a little change would be almost like a breath of fresh air

found pictures, letters, burned cd’s, dead flies, a million ghosts

all from you.

sealed with red ribbon and post-it notes.

it wasn’t the only day that the trash can was my best friend.

i thought “*******” and dusted every corner, every shelf

every ***** ******* cob-web until beads of sweat were running down my face…

and maybe that was all pointless because that dust will always come back again and again and it’s a constant effort to keep it away.

i guess that’s what makes me sad.

i moved my entertainment stand for nothing.