in the 3rd grade i discovered

the empty white house on the hill

back door wide open

pots and pans all over the kitchen

graffiti all over the walls

peeling wallpaper

glass crunching underneath my feet

i fell in love

i wanted to know everything about the place the people that lived there, who would just run off and leave a house with everything still in it and a car in the driveway. its like hey the noodles are on the stove - - - fuck it lets walk - - - -