IJustMadeThatUp

The whole drive to the farm, it felt like I was going home. This was my forest that I drove through at least six times a week, the neighbours have started seeding despite the lack of rain. I can see my horses from a kilometre away.

When I pulled into the driveway it lost all familiarity. I felt a vague curiosity as I pulled up in somebody else's yard, their pet sheep ran up to the fence and their cats came out to investigate the new arrival. A little over a week ago this was all mine, now I feel like a visitor and I feel indifferent. The house seemed odd, my things are littered throughout, but it didn't hold any attachment to me.

I just felt tired.

I wanted to make a bonfire and burn the old life and the old me. I am the pheonix out of the ashes, but my funeral pyre didn't finish burning and I'm left with a lot of junk.