These poems mean nothing.

Finding the Poems

You wander into the old attic. The old owner had mentioned how she never went up into the attic, but her daughter explored it all the time. That's all the owner ever said about her daughter.

You were deciding whether to make it a storage room or a reading nook. It was hot up there so you were leaning towards the first option.

Clearly, the owner's daughters had a different idea. The attic had multiple bean bag chairs, the walls were carved, some spots had small paintings, but the one object that was found everywhere were her books. Books were everywhere, even a few rough drafts of her own.

You start to move everything downstairs, you will probably have a big yard sale later this week to get rid of the extra stuff.

You then stumble upon a folder labeled " These Poems mean Nothing." Well if they mean nothing then you're sure she wouldn't mind you taking a look at them. You open the folder to find probably 50 poems.

You sit in a bean bag chair and start to read a couple to see if this girl was as good a writer as she was a reader. Little did you know that these poems were much more than nothing.