Why?
Feeling very sentimental. 2 and a bit weeks to go but it already looms in the air...
Why does the house feel emptyWhen you haven't even gone yet?And the silence, so damn deafening.And suddenly, it seems so bigAnd I just know that I am going to rattle about within these hollow walls, With this pressing weight on me that already feels like a blanket of grief;And it's wrapped tightly around me, Trapping me in its coarse fibres. Poking my skin as if to jibe at me;Absorbing tears that randomly fallLike soft petals in the wind. And even when the silence leaves, All I'm left with is the sound of tinnitus. And this spider. That's bigger than any spider I have seen.