12StringDreams

Packed Up

Words have been few and far apart. Further now then ever
before. So, I don't speak. I don't hear. I'm starting to
think I don't care. It's been a long time since I've been
this far away. I wonder how long I can stay.

The kitchen, empty.

The dining room, empty.

The front room holds a few of the item that I require for
survival.

The bedroom has the rest of my worldly belongings and a few
not so worldly.

Some of the things I keep are hard for anyone else to see.
Sure they ask, and maybe even care from time to time but
they will never really see.

Memories.

Fears.

Beliefs that are too hard to believe in.

All kept in the one form or another. Mostly kept hidden.