Vacant house

It’s the only word I can find to label how I feel. Like I’m a building built from experience. A vast array of custom spaces. Vistas of memories. A penthouse perched upon a life of pleasantries and conveniences far above my station. Wasting opportunities as one expels breath. I sit alone in this massive home, not a photo on the wall. Not one name in my registry. Not one reason to have laid these bricks. Not once giving thought to the fact, i possess no key to enter or get out. From my windows I can see to the horizon. Roads in every direction, marked with countless bridges, many burned, none crossed. No friends made, no friends lost. I just keep building this vacant home, in this vacant home I’m lost.

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Well said, but im sorry that’s your experience and situation. It’s not easy to feel that way or experience that.

I know how you feel, I’ve built a mansion around me with huge walls.