Damp, Cold, Fluorescent lights fill the room;
Rows of chairs lined up column after column;
The musky aroma fills the lungs with every anxious breath.
Bodies I have never seen before lingering into the room;
Sweaty palm fill the chairs lined up column after column;
Hearts beating faster and faster with every anxious breath.
The sound of snaps fill the room;
One by one the artists stroll up, column after column;
Shaking voices speak word after word with every anxious breath.
A story of love, a tale of adventure, the tragedy of a lost one;
Passion, Feelings, Emotions, all scribed onto a sheet of college-ruled paper;
Honest remarks, snaps of support, nods of understanding.
Understanding that we all have been through many situations;
Understanding that we all come from different backgrounds;
Understanding that everyone has a story.
A story that must be shared;
A story that must be heard;
A story that has shaped us into who we are today.