Lonely tree

I broke into one or two of old abandoned houses when I was just a child. I guess I love the feelings that colorless collapsing walls give me. And the quiet, there is not a single sound. I let the water running into an old bath tub just to sense any sound. I go to the cellar. There are few forgotten photographs and books on the floor. Ultimate joy to find anything in this sacred temple of loneliness. I do not know these people, but with every slide of a photo, I get to know them, and I want to fill in the gaps of one story. It is a sad one, I'm afraid.