noise

I'm home again this weekend. Came home to an empty house smelling of food. I looked at the hardened spaghetti left to dry out on the stove and I turned my nose away. After a collapse on my bed I immediately let myself fall back to the silences of the world. It no longer feels like home. Already so much has changed while I've been away that it is no longer the place in my memories. It is changed. Like I knew it would be, like I expected.