06 December 2008

nothing remains

when my lit teacher pointed out that nothing remains was an oxymoron, i couldn't understand why. i understood that nothing can't remain, cause it was nothing. but i didn't get why it was such a significant one

now i do.

as i walk through the halls of albert house, nothing remains.
i see boxes ready to be packed off. yet they are a reminder that there is nothing left.
i see matresses without their sheets. they are nothing
i see desks cleaned out. they are nothing without the photos and stationery on them.
i see a building with nothing.

its a mere shell

its a colossal wreck to me
nothing remains

1 comment:

Debbie said...

that's why the 'remember to breathe' (barbara?) person told us to take a deep breath again and retain all those sweet memories of this year at the valedictory..
i'm glad i stayed and met the people here.
love u and miss u lots!