EVEN AS A YOUNG BOY, when out walking with friends but mostly when I was walking alone … If we, ( or I ) walked past a lonely abandoned-looking house, my attention would always be drawn to one light on in the bedroom of a house or apartment. The shades were always pulled and an old worn looking lampshade always gave off a dull, dingy yellow color of desperation. I always ( could almost see) that a lonely defeated person was hunching in that dreadful-looking room, I always knew it was me. I never starred for long, I knew the ‘dreadful light scene’ would always be waiting for me around any corner whispering, “Look, I’m over here, come see yourself inside.”

This light looks comforting compared to the light that always haunted me, even to this day, I know it’s somewhere waiting.

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