Date: Feb 28th, 2014 3:39:01 pm - Subscribe
Music: A Place To Bury Strangers - Smile When You Smile
I came home and found my sanctuary destroyed today. Someone had marked all over the walls with markers or crayons or something. They had ripped the paintings off of them, too, and smashed them on the ground. It was difficult finding a place to step that wasn't littered with shards of glass. But, I eventually worked my way into the kitchen, and saw what wreckage lie in wait. There was spaghetti sauce splattered all over the cabinets, the fridge was wide open, eggs all over the tile. The dining room chairs were turned over, and the curtains were ripped down.
Why would someone do this?
I kept going. In the bedroom, nothing but shreds of what used to blanket our naked bodies next to each other. The bed frame was cracked, and the lamp shades were mangled. Our drawers looked disturbed, with everything I folded now hanging out and wrinkling. I made my way into the bathroom we shared, and found it flooded. The sinks were deliberately clogged with towels. There was wet toilet paper stuck to everything. How long is it going to take to clean this mess up?
Who would do this?
Then I found soapy footprints. I thought, 'I'm going to get to the bottom of this'. But as I retraced them, I noticed the size of the stamp being similar to my own. Hm. And as I turned the corner, I realized I had already turned this corner before. I was traveling a path I had taken formerly. I was traveling in circles.
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