A small house surrounded by towering buildings is not a happy house.
people pass by and never stop to admire its quiet grandeur.
As innovation sprouts up around it, the presents of homes grow sparse–
buildings rise over their graves.
Its windows collect dust, blinding it from the view of the new world.
The roof is worn, and water pulses through the cracks like blood from a wound.
Vines scale the sides like twisted veins, drawing pictures beneath the skin.
The siding is discolored, like the pail band on your finger from a ring you once thought would be permanent.
The door is freckled with fingerprints from those who have come and gone.
The house grows feverish from the lack of
Circulation.
The fear of being stamped out swells within its walls–
Until finally it crumbles, forgotten,
Into the dust it once stood upon.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
A small house surrounded by towering buildings is not a happy house.
people pass by and never stop to admire its quiet grandeur.
As innovation sprouts up around it, the presents of homes grow sparse–
buildings rise over their graves.
Its windows collect dust, blinding it from the view of the new world.
The roof is worn, and water pulses through the cracks like blood from a wound.
Vines scale the sides like twisted veins, drawing pictures beneath the skin.
The siding is discolored, like the pail band on your finger from a ring you once thought would be permanent.
The door is freckled with fingerprints from those who have come and gone.
The house grows feverish from the lack of
Circulation.
The fear of being stamped out swells within its walls–
Until finally it crumbles, forgotten,
Into the dust it once stood upon.
Any suggestions anyone may have are more than welcome. I'd love to hear them.