Flynn Bick

I walked around the room, looking at the empty walls and how empty it looked without most of my belongings. It felt weird seeing my room like this empty and how 18 years of my life packed into a few boxes. Ever since I was younger, I’ve never seen my room this empty;

I haven’t ever seen my dresses not messy with clothes spilling out of it, never seen my walls this empty without the painting I made starting at the age of 8, never seen my desk clutter-free, and never ever seen my bookcase empty.