a clean desk. an empty bed. a blank wall.

come back, the air on railroad is making the same sound.

whenever you live in a place you change your perspective a little. i think more than any one thing in the world (in our world) life's many locations influence the outcomes in a grander scale. the car wreck you watched that sent metal and glass dust flying did not even make a dent on the house your friend lived in at woods edge bend in fourth grade. and that could have been you. locations are more important to the outcome of your life than you may give them credit for.

i have been here now for only 8 months and some odd days. when i came, i knew one person who hated me. that was the loneliest 6 hours of my life. then it all changed. as if i was trying to grow a plant in a swamp and suddenly all of the water dried up but that which is most necessary for life. the flower sprouted and from it came a beautiful life that has grown ever since. now, one by one, the people around have vanished. they left before the dust even settled, and like that car wreck it did not make a dent on the life of things. 

the part that hits you. the part that tears you. well thats the space you are left with. a clean desk. an empty bed. a blank wall. where afternoons were filled with laughter and happiness there is only silence. while you wish there was more you could say about it, there is only a place. a place that influences you more than you may know right now.

it is loneliness that gets me. it is watching them leave one by one. it is ending where i started. but it is all i have. if just to keep moving.

tim.