I know of an old house,
with crumbling patterned wallpaper and rusting photo frames.
Somehow, it holds its ground while continuing to burn in flames.
It consumes those within;
never opening its doors again for all those who once curiously came in.
Abandoned for a while now and forgotten by outsiders,
the house is still never empty.
It traps all its stories inside.
Every mirror reflecting its past glory and ticking clocks recounting its pride.
All those moments gone and memories lost are found within this house.
People enter hoping to remember;
hoping to reminisce.
They spend so much time searching in the past,
trying to make each and every memory last,
they don’t realize their life goes by so fast.
One by one they face what they want to ignore.
Sometimes, what’s lost shouldn’t be looked for.