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The Room Where No One Stirs

September 8, 2008

I walk in to the room where not a soul stirs.
It’s possessive silence has a way of
reaching out and grabbing the
unsuspecting victims of the noisy hall.
It whispers ‘Come. Come into me. All
that you have searched for could be
found within my walls.
The missing sock.
The lost earring.
The unfaithful husband.The lonely, ever present self…’

I walk into the room where no one
stirs, because it is so hard to
find oneself in this ever changing world…
never to return again empty handed…

Tabitha Castillo

 

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