We've all been in this one room, with four walls but none that restricted our minds. One that's big enough to hold all our dreams and small enough to make sure that no one feels left out. There's just enough space to dance, to think, to scream and to make and break hearts. We've molded each other like a potter with his clay and we weren't afraid to get our hands dirty, our knees scraped and our hearts broken because we know we have each other to put the pieces back together. The walls have ears but they'll never betray our secrets, just like we wouldn't. Every step we take forward, there will be people pulling us back. But we've held our ground, fought our fears and won our battles, together. And today this room has a door for each of us, leading us to where we want to go. Leading us in directions opposite to the other, onto roads that might not cross. But let's all remember, you can always come back through that door and you'll find us all here. This room is our solace, our sanctuary and now it will be a compartment of our nostalgia.
- To the Class of 12 Arts ( 2007-2008)
6 comments:
i love...
It's absolutely beautiful. Irrespective of which ever class we were in, the big "roomy" 11 Arts class right next to the teacher's staff room, or our "Goldfish bowl" of a classroom-12 Arts, the people within those four walls were bound together for 2 years.And I thank god I was given an opportunity to interact,meet,and befriend such amazing people.
*sniff* our goldfish bowl. sigh, to think we thought that class was so ughy in the beginning and now, i cant imagine not walking in there every morning cribbing and whining.
superb...
dont forget our little corner :)
sigh.
The walls have ears but will not betray your secrets, just like you wouldn't...betray the wall's secrets? Next time you try and sound literary reread what you've written.
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