Some years ago I took a picture of this house, all locked up and not lived in. Something about such houses make me sad. A A house that must have been built with so much thought and planning. Perhaps, the original owner took years to gather enough money to build it. A house that at one time was probably filled with family, love and laughter. Now it has just become a house where nobody lives.
If there’s love in a house
It’s a palace for sure
It ain’t nothin’ but a house
A house where nobody lives
From the lyrics of House Where Nobody Lives by Tom Waits
Somehow, I’m not just thinking about a house anymore. I’m thinking about people.
That addict who is just a shadow of himself after years of drugs.
The young girl, who because of depression, is no longer the vivacious girl she was.
That woman, who abused and tortured, goes around with a vacant expression.
The once loving couple, who now cannot stand the sight of each other – living in an empty relationship.
Pain, neglect, abuse, abandonment…
All these things can make us like a house where nobody lives..
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