In the vacant spaces of my mind, a house stands still. Echoes of laughter within these four walls, suddenly replaced by chill. What once was a home lived and loved and laughed in, now lies haunted, broken and alone. No one cares to gather the shards, so everything in it simply crumbles, frozen in disregard. If i try, i fear i’ll break even more, so i’ll hide and i’ll cry and cry and hide some more in the vacant crevices of my mind.

In the company of others, i seek to unwind,...