Final night at Chateau
The final night. I've sat here thinking about what to write for hours. Its only been 3 months. The whirring of the dehumidifier. I think I like it when it rains followed by until I found you. The creaking of branches and hoots of barn owls that have scared residents shitless. The familiar clean air with the slight must of this old manor. I sit here thinking of those before me, watching out of this green frames window into the nothingness beyond - night enveloping the trees I stare at. The droop of my eyes - is it from the tiredness of the day or the emotions swirling in me? All of this careening me towards the question I've asked countless times before; pacing the gravel stones with the soft crunch around the chateau.
'Why did I come here? And why did I stay?'
Was it the curiosity? The escapism of leaving it all behind? The thrill of adventure into the unknown? Something about this place clawed on to me and didn't let go. My knee bounces as if it can feel the answer staring at me in the face, as my whole chest is rocked by this movement.
The song that accompanies my childhood. That kept me company by countless fires. That takes me into that deep fantasy world I yearn for.
Tears well. My throat dry with the cold air hittnig my silent karaoke session. I think this is it. Or part of it at least. This place felt like a fantasy. But not in the ways written in stories. I spernd my days roaming a castle, with the same 25 residents. I can lie in the grass all I like.
'I'm never going to see this place again.' I softly say through a hoarse throat, thats one stage away from crying. A place so beloved by many.
Goodnight
