This is not my home. However when I saw this old run down place I couldn’t help but wonder about the memories it holds. This was someone’s home one day long ago. Who lived here? What was their life like? Why did they abandon this beautiful place and leave it to crumble around itself?
I wish I could go back in time and peek into the life that was once here. What would I learn? What secrets does this place hold? Are they the same secrets all homes have after years of life lived by a family?
Oh this beautiful old home. Still standing tall despite the years of being beat down by the elements of life. In a way this home represents my own soul. Still standing proudly after years of turmoil and inner neglect. Hanging on to whatever it can of this beautiful life.