There once was a room. Just a room, floating in nothingness, nothingness without end. The floor was it's backbone, strong and vital. The 2 walls on each side flutter like paper in a strong wind. They're held to the floor by glue. Nails are rarely found to repare it. It only took one gust of wind, and that was the end. Both walls blew away into this dark nothingness. The only thing left is the floor, floating all alone. It will be there forever. This floor never breaks. Unfortunately walls do. Leaving its friend behind. At least the floor still exists. In the end, that's all the matters.
Happy medium?
- March 14, 2005
- minustheantha
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