House Blues

Innocence in a place where little is said, but much is felt. A mother, a father, a lover of the father, a daughter, a son, and a cat, which does nothing but sleep, eat, play, and enjoy its life.

In the mother, there is a fire that will melt her brain in the morning. There she stares, her head on the table, as the wax travels through the surface in search of a better body to inhabit, for, this one has renounced a life that it deserved. It squandered all its potential in becoming, rather than being.

In the father, there lives with a shame. The shame spreads through his face and makes itself known to everyone who interacts with him, and there everyone sees the zits of his embarrassment, at being a terrible father, having a terrible breath, and barely existing in a manner that could be called heroic. Instead, nobody paid him the attention he actively deserved, which made the guilt worse.

In the lover of the father, is a man who people rarely saw, but who many feel close. It is difficult to see what he sees in the father that nobody liked, but the eyes that face everyone who watches him, seem to suggest an entire disregard to the structures that his own mind has defined for him. He wants to be with someone so ugly, disgusting, and undeserving of being loved so that he can tell himself that he is different enough for having lived in such a unique way. It is that same sense of worth within himself that leads him to sleep in the same house, in the pretense of being a friend, so that he can kiss his way through the heinous mouth of the shamed individual and make candles of the mother’s brains.

In the daughter, there is a sense of sadness that will not leave her alone. She walks through the house in an empty shell of a body but nobody notices or asks about it. She goes from room to room from person to person trying to make sense of her situation, but few understand it, and those few who understand it, do not care, and those few who do care, is only herself, and she wonders if there is a reason she was born, and a reason she continues. At the same time, she is so curious about where her life will go if she leaves it unattended, and whether, it will give her something to hold onto.

In the son, there is a sense of the only happiness that can grow into something worse. He wants to do good, but doesn’t know how. He wants to live wonderfully, but doesn’t understand what that manes. So he goes from person to person trying to ask them what can he do to make their lives better, but none of them know. So he tries to make it better for himself, but what makes him happy, doesn’t make anyone else in the house happy, so he deduces that it must not be happiness if it cannot be shared with others, so he stops being happy so he can share in the unhappiness that the others share. That way, he reasons, he will live among them like he is meant to do.