All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
"Memoir of Nothingness"
I see this simple scene and a whole new scene unfolds in my mind-a past scene, a product of my memory. A scene in which two of these empty chairs are occupied,by him and I. I eat my angel hair pasta and sauce, only tasting a hint of tomato as I chew, too lost in his eyes to really notice the flavors of this savory dish.
I continue to my salad, tasting nothing but a slightly metallic taste as the fork is emptied of it's burden. I am too busy making sure my hand is eligable for holding.
The wine is just a bit too potent for ignoring, I feel it burn slightly as it goes down my throat. However I am so caught up in his eyes I neither notice nor care.
A dinner made special not by the food but by the company. Food wasted, but well wasted, and I would gladly waste it all again for a night so special.
It's funny...I have notebooks packed with my writing but I can normal remember when it comes to the love poems and such exactly who it was written about.
PS this was a visual piece....it was based on a photo.