• The hallways that I come across,
    the doors that I open, seem
    to lead to no place in particular.
    I find the information I collected through my
    living years. They whisper names, they
    whisper gossip I do not want to hear
    They remind me of the worst, the happiest
    , and most gleeful, but most of all they show me the
    most evil. I must sometimes wonder if this was the
    life I knew, filled with the darkest memories I could ever
    renew in my heart. For now the time for
    memories is over, now I must wander the hallways
    feeling the pain of what could've been.