They are changed slightly
Features subdued, colors faded
Landmarks altered and worn
My eyes pick out differences
My brain ignores similarities
I not longer part of here
I haven’t left, but will
Time will bury these things
Sands through hour glass deep
I stare like a stranger at home.
You have parted but not separated
We ghosts of the past trapped
My fishbowl seen for first time
The outside waiting for me
We all know it’s happening
We dance around the facts
Not together but to separate music
They clash, contrasting get who we are
We are ghosts in the daylight
Pale reflection of what we were
In time we go separate ways
The road untouched will claim me
I’ll drift to places distance
My eyes will form new markers
My brain will make similarities
Home will be home but not again
“There’s a feeling I get,
When I look to the west.
And my spirit is crying to leave here”
Stairway to Heaven Led Zeppelin
Beautiful and very melancholy!
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The house is signed off on now! It’s my former residence after an inspection. Very mixed feedings but I lived here a quarter of my life now
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That is wonderful that you have sold it! I imagine that is a HUGE load off your mind!
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Yes I’m installing a stairway rail to make it compliant with VA and still cleaning out stuff fire two days
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A regular stairway rail or one of those contraptions that allow a person to “ride” up the stairs?
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The $55 plain wood kind that the federal government requires for a loan type. I’m not a carpenter or able to handle more than eight pieces to a puzzle that involves tools
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LOL! I know what you mean. I’m not handy with tools either.
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I lack the blood to be handy with tools. I ran an auto parts store. My employees laughed because every customer knew I could fix anything. No! None even close. I did change a transmission with help. And rebuilt part of an engine. But I never had the mr fix-it thing. 😉
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So you’re not “Mr. Fix it.” LOL! Believe me, I’m not a fix it kind of person either.
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Beautifully written and inspiring I like this singer too. Lovely
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Its funny, the relationship with your home is just as human as the people you share it with.
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Yes of course relationships are like that only. The world is all about relationships.
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Yes there are relationships and interactive ones. The house is very subtle in its interactions with us. It’s crazy but so many times the inantimate world is forgotten. It’s our expecting a human reaction not the worlds passing instead. I look upon my time here as a visitor today. I know I’m leaving. I know another family will sit where I sit. Another person may or may not stare in wonder of the place in the world and it’s special colors, textures, smells, animals. It’s unique, as everywhere is. But it’s been part of me. As I am part of it. The trees I planted and plants I cared for will stay. It’s a friend I am saying good bye to. 🙂
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Yes of course so well written and this world is so much of an illusion that we do not know how to come out of it unless we are grounded and know that we are all visitors and this is our journey of the soul. Thanks 🙏🙏🙏🙏
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