The halls are consumed with droves of people,
all in their bustle of daily business. But, through
my eyes, it lies empty. I walk solitarily with the load
of books on my back, with my arms crossed against
my ribs and my eyes glazed over. I stare into the path
I take. Dodging, burrowing my way, I want only to blend
into the background. I am numb to the people around me.
I find no appeasement to the nothingness in which I am
engulfed. All emotions are buried beyond reach. I see the
man that was in my life, the man that I knew so well just
months ago, walking with someone besides their love of
the past. But the regret I should feel is suppressed with
my body's only protection: forget. Do not live in the past.
Look to the future. Indifferent and unnoticed, I look up and
onward continuing my steady, monotonous pace. I look
forward to more halls consumed with droves of people,
all in their bustle of daily business. I blink one last time
before my eyes glaze over once again to the
aforementioned state. Entranced, I carry my books to my
classroom which seems so far away and so empty a
destination.