We all poured into an artsy looking building. Decorated with words, and hope, and recovery.
We chatted contently to make each other more comfortable. To make ourselves more comfortable.
We made acquantences, that are sure to turn into friendships.
We sat down in neatly arranged chairs; only after indulging in sodas and cupcakes.
We made our own niche, amongst people we didn't know. We were all unfamiliar friends.
We were a mix of different life walks, some new, some old. Some reborn and some retold.
We listened with our hearts, our ears functioning only as a portal to our heavy chests.
We interacted with nervous tellers, first time speakers, and weathered writers.
We noticed the air in the room changing, insides opening up, the purpose was served.
We didn't anticipate what that artsy building would do for us.
We arrived as participants, and left as pieces of that place.
We left our mark on each chair seat, on every wall, with every beat.
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