it was filled with
knicks
knacks
and everything in between.
the silent but always there ceiling fan.
the hum of the light.
but this room
has its downs, too.
it was where the two girls
the straight haired one
and the hazelnut eye one
destroyed each other.
not with swords
not with fire
not even with
fists
but with words
the one in the middle tried to stop them.
they were stuck like glue.
and when the glue fades
so will the memories.
but I tell you this.
you still have a chance.
life isn't, for a fact, short,
so take your time.
but don't let said life go on with
reminiscence.
