when places rid themselves of people they become empty and when a person rids themselves of the people who fill them up they become the empty rooms, rooms that at some point someone wanders into and lets out a scream without ever hearing one back. And if they do stand there long enough, all they really do is hear the fading echo of their own scream slowly dissipating into the void.
looking back at snippets of writing from some years ago. c. 2015