broodings

it is not my home

i'm feeling a little sad, but i finally decided to cut my hair short, so that made it better. the media is a photo of the wallpaper in what will be the guest room wowowow it's pretty

we moved today,
to a house more than a hundred years old,
creaky wooden floorboards,
fireplaces that haven't worked for decades,

and it's cold,
and kind of scary,
but it makes me realise that the saying
'the home is where the heart is'

is oh so true,
because even though this is our house,
our home,
it feels like the house of a great baroness,

not ours.

not mine.

and there's gaps in the paint on the walls,
where mirrors and paintings once hung,
there's golden picture hooks on the wall,
where memories once hung,

and it is not my home.

- r.s.