Loved your poetic genuis with the 'noise chasing after shadows', Mesh! I never thought about it consciously, but I guess voices do really seem like protecting us when light fails.
The one about leaving the building really landed home to me as someone who very recently left town for college. When I'm back at my parent's house (like right now), it just doesn't feel the same. How you describe not sitting still brings forth the imagery of a lively presence to me, in stark contrast to the heartbreaking scenario at hand. The line about leaving parts of you behind moved me immensely <3
