I’ve forgotten what it
feels like to feel beautiful.
To be at peace.
To know exactly what
to do or say.
This house isn’t the same.
It’s cold and lifeless.
There’s no laughter or love.
There’s only memories
within the walls
that have been painted over, suffocating the old.
I’ll never feel it again.
No matter what room,
it’s all different,
possessing new and
unwelcome feelings.
feels like to feel beautiful.
To be at peace.
To know exactly what
to do or say.
This house isn’t the same.
It’s cold and lifeless.
There’s no laughter or love.
There’s only memories
within the walls
that have been painted over, suffocating the old.
I’ll never feel it again.
No matter what room,
it’s all different,
possessing new and
unwelcome feelings.
“
| — | I wish I could write like this… |
