Derelict. My heart and my home. Poignant memories sat intertwined with the rust that intervened with the corrugated roof. The building was demolished; so many memories started to fade away. I mean, that's all it is now. Just a building. Like a falcon stalking its prey, my happiness flew away through the dust in the air. The ground was cold, cold with fear, cold with pity, cold with death.
The sky was a moody grey with a reflection of my turmoil and the loss of a family home. Petrified, shaken, miserable, I walked closer to the pile of rubble which once I rested. Pictures lay burnt with a hint of nostalgia hitting my heart.
As a child, I used to ride my bike along these once new roads. Not now of course. Now it's adult life where smiles do better at hiding my everyday heartache than they did in my teenage years.
Public school, green uniform and with friends like family, my life as a youngster felt complete. It felt whole, but I could always feel the gaping depression in my soul where my brother should have been. Instead, he rested in the community cemetery, with his trophies and birthday balloons. We visited his grave all the time, especially on special holidays. Sadly, as I got older those trips seemed to happen less and less. I missed him all the same but my life kept taking turns for the worst. Every time I felt that sudden rush of happiness inside of me, something turned around, took a huge laugh and shattered my soul into recognition of pain again. Maybe I became selfish alongside this but I never noticed it. Maybe that was the problem.
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