now and then I come back to the house
where I was born
and each corner of it
is a museum of memories lived
the echoes of laughter and cries
still lingering in the air
the walls whispering tales
of joy, of sorrow, of mundane days
and extraordinary moments
each furniture telling its own story
like touching the time itself.
and I cant help relive each moment
that has happened there
and I break down and cry
and now and then I realize
what a relentless beast time is
and the only way to relive the past
is to live in it,
but that\'s not a way to live
and yet you can\'t help coming back
to the place that shaped you
watched you grow
molded you in the person you are now
all the bad and all the good
the love that was shared,
the pain that was endured,
all within these four walls
blended together in one piece of land
as if the house itself is a living entity
and is actively retelling you all the lives lived
as they flash before your very eyes
and it\'s the most overwhelming feeling you\'ve felt
because all those lives are yours.