this is a monologue.

the decrepit house
welcomed me
with its creaking doors,
and dusty corridors.

i wandered through the rooms,
my footsteps echo
through the emptiness.

and i began to talk
to reach out
to the lifeless remnants
of my past.

i spoke to the peeling wallpaper,
recounting my dreams and desires.
i spoke with the chipped plates,
reminiscing 'bout the meals i'd shared
with my mama and my bros.

i...