I Went Trespassing (Again)

I drive.

I drive to quiet my demons.

The road is winding.

The sky is light gray.

The air is cool and clean.

Then... there is it.

A come hither abandon house hiding amongst cypress trees.

I pass it. Damn it, I passed it. 

My mind races around going back - the adventure, the danger, the yearning.

Turn around.

No.

Yes.

Fine.

I turn around.

I roll into the grass slowly.

I scan for 'No Trespassing' signs.

I scan for other humans.

I scan for any signs of life dwelling there. 

I see nothing suggesting I should leave.

I race up the hill behind the cypress tress before I am seen.

I'm here.

It's there.

We're here together.

And you're like, 'dude, it's an abandon house, get over it.'

I feel you. It is just an abandon house. I see your point.

But I see and feel so much more.

I see art.

I see sadness. 

I see history.

I see hurt.

I see humanity.

I see nature reclaiming.

I see beauty.

I feel so much.

I have an affinity for abandon houses and I don't know why.

Here it is in all its glory...

Wood bee holes.

Haley