You See What I See

I See Home

I live in the tinniest of houses. But I like it and it doesn't matter because I'm usually the only one in it.The white paint is chipping on the outside.

There is a garden off to the left which I tend to. Who else is there to tend to it, no one is ever around. It is just me. Plus it helps me think, and remember things, even though I remember everything, it make my memories vivid, clear as a summer day.

You never remember things exactly the same each time you remember it you know. The garden is just comforting though, I don't know why. I can collect my thoughts there.

There is a jagged stone path leading up to the front porch with a small rocking chair. Then there is the front door. It is old and the turquoise paint is coming of it so that you can see the beautiful mahogany wood through it.

There is a house next to mine that no one lives in.

Walking home from school today I see a moving truck with men coming out and putting furniture in the house next to mine that no one lives in. Then I see a tall, thin boy. His coffee brown hair was slicked back on his head. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt with khakis.

He was alone. He...was...alone. All alone. Just. Like. Me.