The Empty House

Change will always be something hard to accept, loneliness will always be impossible to handle and forever will lasts only as long as the moment does. Promises that were once made might alter with time, but that doesn’t mean they were broken. It’s part of life. People come and go, and only a few actually stay. A call brings back memories, so does an empty house. The empty closets, the empty beds, packs and packs of boxes, the dust- they all linger around and bring back the ghost of your past. The house maybe abandoned, but the memories made there always stay back. The voices, the laughter, the fights the music is all soaked and seeps out through the walls resonating whispers and secrets and truths. The moment lasts as if it were a high from the insane root or the poison that you once consumed and before you know it, the sunshine of reality dawns upon you, and all there’s left is silence. Third semester and half of college was over now. This semester had been life changing with the people I met and the places that I had visited. It felt so right, but now it only left me with a helpless feeling, the one you get when you cannot hold onto time. People seem to just move on. Nila understood what I was feeling, she was my only source of comfort as the house seemed cold otherwise. The jokes were now repetitive, the music was monotonous and the conversations were over rated. The only thing I questioned was if I was the only one who had changed, or was it possible that the world had actually changed this time?