More Than a Memory

I was going through some pictures last night and found myself not just pondering on old memories, but also old emotions...

There are so many memories in this room. There were no windows, no vent, which means no heater or AC, and no closet. It was more of a storage room than anything else, but I founded refuge in this room in the basement of the house that I was living in for 3 years.

Sadly, much to it were bitter memories that I founded myself crossing limits that I never thought I would cross. This was a phase in my life where I was on the brim of getting lost with myself and not knowing what my future is going to look like. I made poor decisions and mistakes that has left significant marks in my life.