Peace didn’t live there.

It never really did.

Anxiety and stress reigned supreme in the tiny, artless, half empty, beige apartment.

Stability didn’t live there either. Hence the tiny, artless, half empty, beige apartment, with no need for furniture because we couldn’t stay longer than a few months.

Money didn’t live there consistently. Hence living in the tiny, artless, half empty, beige apartment with no need for furniture we couldn’t stay longer than a few months in because of the alcoholic who couldn’t keep a job for more than a couple weeks.

Love didn’t live there anymore. Which is why we lived in the tiny, artless, half empty, beige apartment with no need for furniture that we couldn’t stay in longer than a few months in because of the depressed alcoholic who couldn’t keep a job for more than a couple weeks and tormented those closest to him.

Life died there. Because when you live in a tiny, artless, half empty, beige apartment with no need for furniture you can’t stay in for longer than a few months because of the depressed, abusive, alcoholic who can’t keep a job for more than a couple weeks and torments the tiniest people he supposedly cares for…then the littlest ,tiniest peoples light dies.

It dies slowly, and sadly. And it no longer matters if money, stability, love or peace live their anymore because anxiety and stress reign supreme.