And In The Spaces Between

BEFORE

Ghost towns have always fascinated me.

The ruins that speak of the past and the newer marks created by the people who go here, by people like me, evident by the cigarette butts that hasn't touched any mouths scattered all over. Despite the alienating, lonely feeling of this place, it just reminded me of home. Kind of like a physical manifestation of it, telling stories of rain, of happiness, of heartbreak, of ghosts of the people who went past me and will never come back except in memory. It reminds me of what my mother used to tell me, about how a place can still have the energies of the people who left it. It makes me wanna close my eyes and sigh. It makes me wanna kiss the concrete.

I heard Andre call me to the car. "We'll come back here tomorrow when we're not that exhausted anymore plus there will be less potential of us getting bit by rattlesnakes."

I nod and look at the abandoned house made out of bottles for the last time. As I walk towards the road, the only sound I can hear is the graveling of my feet in the grainy soil and all I can see is the ghost of what used to be here, along with the faint twilight.

There is a time within this place that was there before I stepped foot in the land and there will be a time after it.

I still feel like I shouldn't leave but it's alright. I'll be back tomorrow.