Archive for 'Tree House'
Splintered, scattered, defeated.
It folds in on itself as I pick my way through the bones.
I trust it to hold, enamored with the glint beneath the grime.
Broken, splattered, mistreated.
Leaks of light and color, purge the din. Hushed hallways, and towers, a maze to explore.
The dancing spirits and singing phantoms, now silent.
Shattered, crumbling, abandoned.
I wonder at my ability to relate. How could you give up on something so beautiful?
The mess too much. The tare too jagged. The darkness too deep.