Being back where I started, startles.
Everything feels faded, as if
Sleeping in the shadow of its former self.
Where I couldn't be, I could only leave,
And suddenly, the sinks too low, the stairs too narrow;
when did this room get so small?
Idle days smudge together to the drip of dial up
Each childhood memory an etch-a-sketch,
unrecognisable to the next.
Time, he blankets what I can't recall.
Still, there's something to say of this hollowed out shell
where I don't live any more.
Shot by: Dennis LHY Photography
Location: My childhood home
Shadows of Youth Past (Pt2/3) - Coming Soon