Years of life leave you with a view.  This is a peom, a story.  A lifetime.   Allow the mind to wander...... It starts like this:   It was a cookout, pretty huge house. So live and exuberant outside, played till the sunset. I didnt stay out that long. When it was still light out, i explored the upper levels.
The 1st floor up had a game room throughout the whole floor. The unique finds were up one more floor.
4 rooms with each its own surprise. The 1st held a little kid's room. Racecar bed and whatnot. 2nd was the master bedroom. It was so amazing. The 3rd room had bunkbeds. And a wall-mounted flatscreen TV.  The 4th room was more upkept. It gave me a quaint feeling, or like dejavu. It held a definite part of my memory that is long unknown. After exploring, i ate some more. But my connection with the exquisite 4th room drew me to its contents once more. Yet i find someone laying in the bed this go-round. The quaint room held a girl in its grasp. She was sleep. I refused to deprive her of sleep, so i waited. She rolled over and i saw: it was Nickolay.  This isnt her house. This isnt her family. This isnt her area. How was it that she still managed to navigate the house, unnoticed by me? I am adept at sneaking, but this was beyond me. So i stared in awe. She had no connections to this house. Yet she slept here as if it contradicted my thoughts on purpose. I wonder how much i dont know...

Leave me to dwell in my thoughts, my memory, my past, my future, my life, my loneliness.
I have found nothing yet lost everything. Only one question can exist after ALL others answered:
Why?