A house built for 5 instead of 500.
The comforts of home.
I wasn’t ready to just be thrown away from it.
Suddenly realizing things will never be the same.
I miss you Mom.
Dad.
The smell of cinnamon and dust in the fall.
The smell of salt and soap in the summer.
But no matter where I go now the smells are the same and so are the people.
Nothing’s quite enough
And satisfaction is distant and impossible for now.