Until The Sunrise

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Days of walking lead me back to where everything started...

Home. My home.

But what is home exactly...

People say that home is where you feel comfortable at... it doesn't necessarily have to be a place or a house, it can be a moment or a person... but... what if that home moved away? What if that comfortable place just abandoned you to the sorrows of life... What if the feelings of a broken place were enough to tear it down...

A house,

a family,

a person,

a story.

It's night time. I open the door of the house, it's a very big chunky door, and like all the old doors, it has a dark brown color with a fancy lock on it... So many things happened in front of it while protecting the insides... the non-watching-but-always-judging eyes... the real story... but things happened behind that door... things that made the door go silent... in a quiet dark shape...

The second I step into the house, the ghosts bump into me, two ghosts that live the lie of life. Looks like they are talking to me, or screaming at me... I don't know, does it even matter? My emotions remain the same as before stepping inside... neutral.

After the white and bright silhouettes of the ghosts decide to let me get inside, I pass them ignoring everything that they have said... A long time ago, this entire place was the epicenter of the most majestic and glorious of the emotions, joy... but now... the persons who used to live here opened the door to the monsters who ate them and left only ghosts behind... Always the same, no life to live... the joy disappeared... like the wood when it becomes ashes, it just... disappeared.

I run through the hallway with a clear place in mind. I can only walk to the place where I didn't feel like a stranger... The place where I tried to save a bit of joy... my room.

That place where a lot of things happen, but no one knows what. Except you. That place that knows you better than anyone else, that place where you have lived many things in. That is the place where I feel relief in this house, that is the place where I feel secure in spite of the outside world insecurity.

In the house, every place has a different role... My room feels like an outpost inside enemy territory these days, but if it feels like the outpost... where is the main post? Is it in the house? I barely think so... Was it the one that fell from the sky? Did the ghost attack the main post to leave me unconnected? To destroy me? That is a possibility, like many others, but what is and what isn't true? It is impossible to know, everyone will think about one thing, and some others will think about a completely different one...

Is it good or is it bad?

It depends on who tells the story.

The only thing that matters now is that I'm alone... in the outpost... with no color able to hold onto my eyes, which are white again... My emotions aren't stable, they could collapse in an infection as soon as I leave the room... The last of the doors... The last of my defenses... If anyone reaches this far, there will be no place to retreat to... I will not have a safe place anymore... But now I still feel secure.

The room is not big. As soon as you step into the room, there's a small square entrance, and around two steps forward into the deep room you can find the window, right ahead of you. On the little space to the right looking from the door, a desk is set next to a built-in closet that gives shape to the entrance. On the left, a bed without that much furniture on that side but with many memories and moments on pictures hanging on the wall, the wall that is closest to the door...