Hidden behind the curtains...
Underneath the fresh paint on the walls...
Beneath the carpet floors...
Lies the world of which I now only have a memory of.
Some old frames hanging...
Some scribblings on the furniture...
Some cracks in the walls...
Reminders of the world of which I once was a part of.
As I re-visited my past... with hope to see not all is changed...
and fear that it may have...
I find my fears coming alive and mocking at me...
But as I settled down... coping and dealing with things...
some old and mostly new...
I find nothing much had changed in its essence...
Like the dust that shines in the beam of the sunlight through the window....
I find the remains of the world I left behind... sparkling bright...
through the light of things unchanged and unaffected by time...
I now feel at home... again...
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