I once lived in a house. And the house smelled
of freshly baked cookies and coffee. I once lived in a house that looked to the
Loch Earn. Yes. I once lived in a house in Scotland. Oh, what a beauty.
And
the house told me, sit down, honey. Sit down and lean your head on my shoulders
for I will stroke your hair until you pass into oblivion. Sit down beside me
while I wrap you around with my warmth for I love you.
And
when it rained, the house danced me to the patio and I stood there looking
towards the darkest of the forests. And the house held me from behind and
exhaled onto my neck and that felt like rain on my hands. And the house made
black tea for me and sat down across from me to know me better as I looked out
the landscape.
And
the house glowed in its peace when I hung the fairy lights above the bed. The
gleaming fairy lights kissed the house. And the house said, you are a
breathless beauty. And the night never seemed better.
And
then I felt pain and worthlessness and the house beckoned me to the library. I sat
down there for hours and time seemed to stop just for me. And I sat down
without a word from my mouth as I leaned onto the wall in numbness. The house
said, come over here, sweet love of mine. Come over here and speak to me about
your woe. And the house leaned onto my shoulder while it held my hand and
played with my fingers. And I spoke of what could have been and what I have
lost. The house listened until I was out of breath. And we sat there, quiet, through
the night.
And
once I turned into a passive aggressive monster. And I took my pen and struck
the walls of the house down like a thousand stabbing knives. And the house
stood strong as I kneeled down in wretchedness. And the house held me and told
me, you got me, love. You got me for life. And I looked into its eyes and lost
myself as my world dissolved around me into its warmth. And I felt peace.
I
once lived in a house near Loch Earn. A house that was loved beyond perfection.
