It is an old house.We all know it.
Silence seems to scream from every pore of its
broken walls.The dusty floors have long erased
the lost footsteps.Memory and Nostalgia cling
together and a murky smell envelops the eerie
air.A damp patch, like a tear courses down the
wall, mocked by nostalgic fever.
It is an old house.We all know it.
A dying soul in shackles.
Silence seems to scream from every pore of its
broken walls.The dusty floors have long erased
the lost footsteps.Memory and Nostalgia cling
together and a murky smell envelops the eerie
air.A damp patch, like a tear courses down the
wall, mocked by nostalgic fever.
It is an old house.We all know it.
A dying soul in shackles.
1 comment:
Superb.. well written.. :) i dont know why i connected ur old house to time i was sad :P
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