After hours of shlepping box after box....in and out of the elevator...I sit here, on my cold floor, remembering all that has transpired inside these wals the last 2 years. All the friends, and the lovers. All of the conversations, the screaming matches, and cry fests. Every single joint every song ...every smile....every tough time.. every glass of wine and every good time. It all happened here, with you.
When you share space, you share life, and we have shared alot these 2 years.
I sit here alone on the cold floor, and I can feel the energy of our lives here, disapearing.
A new beginning will come of this. A new energy, energy that will only get thicker every passing day in the comming years.
Fresh. New. Start.