The Places I Never Returned To, But Still Live in Me
15 Apr 2025
There are places I never stepped in again, but they still live in me.
Dark rooms lit by the cold glow of a CRT monitor.
The light of the modem blinking like a lighthouse in the silent dawn.
No one around. Just me and some band screaming things I barely understood — but deeply felt.
It wasn’t sadness. It was solitude.
But it was mine. Tamed, familiar.
I learned to talk to it when the rest of the world only wanted noise.