The house is the same.

But the house is different.

It smells like you.

It has the same walls.

The same sink.

The same bathroom.

The same floors.

But the mood, the mood is different.

My secret hideaway is gone.

Forever missing in the vast emptiness of time.

This porch is the same.

But I will forever see the last time I saw you.

The driveway is the same.

But I will always remember when I left.

The room is different.

The room that had so many purposes for me.

My castle, my boot camp, my imaginary fantasy land.

It’s a guest room. And that is different.

What could I have expected?

Things change.

Just like I did.

This house will be the same to you.

But will always be the place I lost my sanity.