Its S jay
I know its been a while. It feels like forever.
And forever feels all to vaguely familiar.
I'm home.
White washed walls gurney me back to the dark places I used to dwell.
Faceless portraits still hang in their gold leafed frames.
Mom loved the way our faces hung above the stairs.
Its the creaks in the floor boards that shove my lifeless body over the edge.
Every tear in the wall paper, and stain on the balcony takes me back.
Deep breaths and faint smells of char
I'm home.
Its like nothing has moved, just rotted away, dying in the slowest most agenizing ways.
Where have you been Sally?
You left us here, and we've missed the taste of your misery your lightless love
Oh Sal. It is so good to have you home,
you never come over for dinner.
We miss the absence of your laughter.
Its just not as empty without you.
Its nice to hear your heartbeat echo here once again, sjay.
I'm scared my sutures never actually healed and everything's just going to come pouring out of them.
So I am home, for some band aids.
Some smooth jazz.
A cocktail or two thousand glasses of my own blood.
Only time will tell,
S jay
