Sunlight creeping in from the windows
Illuminating the wooden desks, while filling the empty chairs with a presence
A room once so familiar, now seems foreign
Quiet and serene, but emotions linger in the air
The air is full of tension, but right now it carries the aura of loneliness
The sound of a boring mundane routine is heard
The loud bang from the stapler, as papers are meshed together
The shuffling of folders being opened and stacked
No need for additional voices, no need for opinions
Just the bold black text in the textbooks
For they are bound to the book, not easily erased, not easily strayed
Bound forever in one spot, frozen in time
-N.
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