No trace.

I walked into an empty class one day. There were a lot of tables and chairs, but there was no one in it. The bags looked lazy, some too bored to be left closed, some ripped open and some with stuff spilt out. I walked around, keeping the lights switched off and my footsteps unheard. I looked around to see if I could find the place I was looking for. It wasn’t there. I made a mental note of this – the person had left without leaving a trace behind. I was about to discover the truth in a little while. Emptiness does speak its own language.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Khaula Nazir
    Apr 27, 2013 @ 14:32:26

    Deep….

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