Baby! (Taken with instagram)
empty house
when i was first built, everyone adored me. i was the best house they’ve ever lived in. i watched the family inside me during their most joyous times and during their most depressing times. i watched them grow from young boisterous adults to fragile elderly people with peppy grandchildren. i’ve seen a lot and i’ve been through a lot, but now…now I sit here…rotting. why did those people let this happen to me? i gave them a roof over their heads, i never complained when they nailed holes in my wall, or replaced my floors, or when their children drew all over me. i was there for them, through thick and through thin…and they just abandoned me.
it has been over fifty years now. i was once the greatest house on the block, but now i am old and unwanted, surrounded by the newer in-demand houses. ivy green vines are creeping up my walls, inside and out, they kind of tickle. my once pristine white paint is now a speckled brown color. the paint is chipping. my floors are rotting. my windows are broken. i don’t even have doors anymore. people who walk by pretend i am not here in hopes that one day, i will just completely rot away, and it will be like i never existed.
once upon a summer night
i sat as still as a statue in that old off-white cracked plastic lawn chair. i was taking in my surroundings, they seemed to suddenly be incased in a bluish tint. the nicotine yellow glow from the windows of the trailer was distracting. i could see my dad sitting inside, blankly staring at the tv, his legs jiggling like always. i could see my stepmother in her bedroom, smoking a cigarette, playing solitaire, and half listening to the television. i refocused my attention to the fireflies. they were dancing all over the yard to the lullabies of the whispering trees. crickets and frogs were busy singing along while the birds, who now were only silhouettes in the twilight sky, silently made their last flights of the day. the occasional whizzing of a truck speeding down the highway behind the dark trees was the only unnatural sound that i could hear, but it somehow fit in with everything else. this was my favorite time of day. the world was closing its eyes so it could sleep while the stars were making their debut. everything seemed so perfect, so peaceful. time almost stood still. my only worry was what i was going to watch on tv that night. i want to go back, these feelings do not exist anymore…i want to prove myself wrong.
