Burn It Down

Made the whole house functional
Every space used
Details make sense
Chi flows thru every windows and doors
A feel for the familiar and
Never-been-here-before
Pictures are keys 
Unlocking memories, each a treasure trove
A wall that insulates from the perilous world

But if the bedroom is a prison cell
With a bed of warring thoughts
Gravestone for pillows

Burn it all down
Keep the things that keeps you whole
And start all over