for sale.

I walk through this house Ive walked through a hundred times. Each time it's different. Each time I feel different. I was scared of this house, I hated this house, I wanted this house, I hid in this house, I loved in this house. Everytime it looks different. I see things differently everytime I look at them. I touch the walls and the counter tops and the door knobs. They will all be different tomorrow. If the house swallowed me whole, would it know that it was me? Do I change everyday I'm in this house? Or maybe it isnt the house at all, maybe Im the only one changing..