Empty Homes

Have you ever been alone in your house? I mean, you probably have but bear with me.

You’re alone. Without the TV on. Without music playing. Without company. No voices to fill the silent instances.

You hear the creak of the house, the shift in the ice maker, your breathing, the birds outside, the fan’s quiet wisp.

You can remember that, the listening... But do you remember your thought process in those moments?

Do you tend to not delve too deep or do you withdraw in yourself, thinking about things that are overly sensitive and deep?

Are you comfortable with yourself? Comfortable enough to be alone, to either not worry or to flit through your thoughts like you would pages in a book?

Or do you need to hide behind the white noise?

It’s just something I think about… Being alone in a house. No white noise. Nothing to hide behind. Just me and my thoughts.



I miss the white noise.