The ageing wooden dowels creak with despair as I scrape my fingernails against the white paint. Dust floats around the disturbance, tiny particles landing on my arms and hair.

I continue to amble down the grey hallway, visiting old memories. The wooden flooring aches with each step, about to give up in despair.

Each corner I turn another desperate memory awaits, longing to be uncovered.

I embrace them all, as they dampen my senses and flood my brain.

Giddy laughs and tear-filled smiles, followed by sobs and screams of anguish. Opposites, but the memories of both wanted again. I almost smile at the emotion these memories bring, feeling only a wisp of what they used to hold; yearning to experience them again.

Looking ahead, I realize there is not much of a future for these memories. Soon they will crumble and decay, just like their home. Regrets fills my stomach, sloshing around, and I soon wish I didn't visit one last time.

Soft sniffles soon turn into desperate sobs, begging for the past to stay.

Fingernails tickle the wooden handrails one last time.

Eyes trace corners, laden with the past.

Feet trail through dust, leaving one final memory behind.