Why I Want to be an Architect 2

There’s a house adored by flora

But completely abandoned by fauna

The ghost that dwelled in it

Entered my mind in 2004

Skipping down the street

Breakfast in one hand

My mother in the other

The early autumn air was restless

And so was I

The ghost clawed on the windows

Scratched the door

No one stopped to set them free

To have a single thought

In the head of any would do

So when the toddler

Who usually kept her eyes on her feet

Looked up at them and smiled

They flocked to the spark

Impatient for the unknown change