Echoing echoes

in a void of time in still. The intermix of time moved on. The change in a home since. The rags in wear to a sporty flavour coming in to play. The talk to self in these achievements. This knowledge not known in a life beyond to those that have gone by and since disappeared back into the wilderness. 

The midst of life happen not of my doing. The misunderstanding. The misdiagnosis. The miss much . 

the clearing back

... to time stood still over the seasons 

the one day not seeing the scars ...

The time imprinted on much in the foundations of a once busy vibrant place, the walls, doors, floors, the white goods still standing, the fridge freezer was removed. The time and rot stood still in that ... 

The layers on layers of dust. The photographs missing, The much not comprehended. The things not used in time. The often stated time stood still, afloat while the people goaded.

Cluttered mess

to a summer in difference of an area in new 

The facades of many buildings modern and historical 

Nantwich in the summer of 2016