April 18, 2011

dropkicK an orphan

dear hear the floor squeak diary,

something about an old painted wooden floor when you walk barefoot across it- the sound of the skin swishin across the boards making them angry in certain spots and squeak from your weight. i stuck my hand through the wall when i took this picture last summer- there are several holes there to choose from- one big enough to crawl through. there are doors as well- but i stopped going in once the property was formally divided. the house is no longer ours, but it is safe to assume the ghosts that live there don't recognize details on paper. i grew up in this house and nothing about it scares me. i kinda wonder why some of the things that are missing are- like the part of the floor and some of the baseboards, but it really doesn't matter i suppose. i hear the house will be torn down soon and then there will be just dust. hopefully if i invite the spirits who live there- to stay they will move to the barn.