Flashbacks

I walk into this house to see a man standing before me the one man i could never let down without being torn apart.
I walk through this house underestimating the changes that have taken place.
All my memories fading into the walls where i once grew up as a little boy.
Those times where i would come home to what i belived to be a sanctuary with my school lunch box and my mind buzzing with imagination.
But now i walk through and nothing is the same not one single detail the brickwork and the structure to what i once called home still stays set.
So i see this as nothing more than a cover up with the people who visit nothing more than intruders to my emotions and my past.
I'm no longer attatched to anything, no person, no building, no object.
Things come and go, memories fade, times change and people change with them although the structure and the memories shall last at least another decade.

"simple and clean" is how it once was but never more.