Home

My dad tells me home is where the heart is and I don’t really remember leaving it anywhere.
I fill my spaces with brick and build up walls higher than the Empire State building. But home?
I have memories of sugar castles that I would hide inside of my mind. But as I got older they melted away and created cavities too deep to be filled. Now I sit here in this house of strangers who bite their tongue’s. And the things they say get stuck in their cheeks refusing to come out, except for in whispers down vacant halls.
I’m the lost soul etching notches on her walls to count the days.
Twenty-five now, I think.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'.. I have memories of sugar castles that I would hide inside of my mind.. .. '

Seems you've become rootless, away from what should have been happy times ? I don't know nor is my business to. However, the wretchedness you've laid down so darkly really pulls at my heart.. such an emptiness surrounds you. nobody, but nobody needs such a hollow yet jangling existence.

[Chris]

Your "tags" for this one ...speak eloquently of the person behind your eyes.