The house is empty. It smells like “home,” but doesn’t feel so. Phones are useless when left unanswered, leaving only their ringing and dial tone. Why is no one here? Silence echoes through this hollow house. Fear takes over and tears fall out. “Age” means nothing to loneliness. Where did everyone go? Why did everyone leave? More importantly, why am I not there?
August 17, 2011