mihomeow
My heart swells as I look around myself. All the things I see everyday but this time with color. Things aren't what they used to be, I can see everything, feel the textures, breathe the scent. But only for a moment. I have this moment of clarity until everything goes back to normal. Everything is gray, and I'm suffocating with every breath. I hold something but feel nothing between my fingers. I grasp your arm and close my eyes trying to come back. To the world where everything's colorful and nothing ever hurts. But it's too late. It's gone, and I'm hollow again.
I want to visit again, my home with little memories. Everything I touch I feel an echo from the past. Someone used to love these things, displayed them with such care. The familiar smells and colors, the darkness of the stairs. This place I've been so few times is the closest thing to home. But then I realize I'm horribly mistaken, these aren't my memories, my childhood, my life. This is another's I try to take to replace the emptiness of mine.
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