# WritcoStoryChallenge
The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories.
it took no goose chase to bring them back
or a Galilean teles to view what it entails
it seems bleak if it would stay in my mind
but i had orchestrated a plan to live by it
memories of childhood filled the house to the brim
it is no coincidence that i remember it all, after all , they're my memories.
seeing how i had lived decades ago gave me more hope to live on,
memories of pain, sorrow, love, shattering, disloyalty, honesty .
tears loom my face , as i pave my way into all corners of the room..
like a beggar , i had no choice than to live with whomever i met.
like a comet, i was fast in making my decisions whether to live or not..
like waves my memories would come and go, but for the ones i grew up to live with at the old house , they remain