I would open the door and show you in,
Here are all my greatest weaknesses, I’d tell you,
right here in the foyer so mind your step.
The stress cracks in the stone are starting to show but the structure holds the same as it always has,
I assure you. Sometimes the wind sneaks in through the back window, to the left of all the things I’ve been through, and some days its refreshing but other times it’s the reason these doors don’t always hang right on their hinges. Please forgive me for the cobwebs by the stairs. It’s been a while since I’ve looked but now that you’ve arrived I’m realizing how long it’s been
since I last took care of them.

The basement is a wild place and I don’t suggest heading there, but if you must, please know that my heart takes up most of the space and that my thoughts are known to form all manner of shapes in the dark. Some of them are beautiful and some of them are ugly, but all of them are me.