Nothing has changed.
The spider that crawls around the dust in the corner is still there.
The brand-new comforter still sits in its package alongside the steps, untouched.
It’s been a month and half.
Has all of life stayed still?
Was I even gone?
My sister still wears her black tank top to bed and my father still looks tired.
My mother is still gone.
The school hallways are still lined with last year’s posters and trash still litters the floor.
The lockers are still painted blue.
I still hate that color.
The sidewalks outside are still cracked.
But I am not the same.
My hair is still brown and my eyes still green.
I still love the rain.
Yet new people are in my life and new memories are in my head.
My soul is no longer grey.
I stare out at the ocean.
The water like time is still.

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