when i wrote the poem, i'd just gotten outta jail for something i honestly didn't do and found my apartment empty. my roommates of a year, my only family, the people i loved most in this world, had left me and taken nearly everything. i seriously found pictures randomly scattered around the rubble left in our old apartment. i didn't write this until three days later. seriously obsessing over the pictures, doing alot of screaming and crying and hurting, all while trying to decide how to handle the situation... forget it and move on or go stalker psycho on them fools... didn't go nuts though... will never ever be able to forget it... but i'm happy to report that i'm moving on even though i'm carrying a very heavy load of baggage still but i'm talking less and less about it. written may 27, 2010. SIC
