I was infected with yearnings of a place
that I once lingered upon, where memories
were like ash in my mouth. I ached in
reflections of those wondering halls,
rooms like prisons of my subconscious.

The symptoms of my deliberation were
incoherent as I regressed to the needing
to be in this place once more. An epidemic
of memories flooded over me, and I collapsed
onto the remains of my youth aged in disorder.

*"There is no place like home, the affliction of my youth,