Empty of hope. Absent of sound. A child's laughter, a babies cry, a mother's comforting words, non-existent, at least not here. Where buildings once stood, nothing. Where cars once rode, nothing. Where the sun once shined, shedding light on a vibrant, bustling city, nothing. Gone. Blocked.

Destruction even fled, finished its job....

You shouldn’t find glass here. No bottles of beer or wine. And in many places here, there aren’t any cars when you look left or right.

There might not be dogs catching frisbees or humans throwing volleyballs when it is dark and cold. During the day, there isn’t much clothes or shoes here either. And when it’s raining, you won’t find anyone here at all.

But more than that, this is a place where ...

I miss my old home. The home where I grew up. Mom cooking in the kitchen. Dad constantly working in the garage. Grandma planting tomatoes in the backyard.

My father lost his job.The bills just kept on coming. Dad kept on refinancing, until all the equity of the house was gone. Foreclosure came. We had to move. .Years have passed.The memory of my old home saddens me, because, I was happy there. I ...

This is the house where she grew up. A place that she has known so well for so long, yet is now so different. Sounds and smells once omnipresent are no more. Even the light seems to have changed, from bright fiery crimson and almost ultraviolet purple, to only shades of gray, sickly green and pale blue. So much is missing. Only ethereal ghosts linger in this empty space. Only absence prevails.

Th...

My room is as big as a Taylor swift beach house it has lavender walls and a whole movie theatre in it with cream and pink cushions for a warm home feeling to enjoy the next blockbuster! It has 100 paintings of all the cats I’ve seen in my life. This is creepy absolutely fucking weird. When you walk down past the painting it opens up into an indoor swimming pool it’s also heated for the winter beca...

Where I stand, there are no skyscrapers or smoky glass-covered buildings.

Here, there are no great leafy palm trees or green grass to walk barefoot on.

Most places have a bodega or a convenience store. Not here.

You know what else? There are no street lights, no traffic signals, and no stop signs anywhere. Did I mention there were no cars?

So let me run the list for you: There are no house...

Other places have some neat things — sweeping glass buildings that touch the clouds, or a thousand different people with a thousand different lives; but not here.

Some places, you look up at an endless sky and you see a bright splash of color: blue or grey or pink or orange. Not here.

There are places where the sun is hot or the wind is cold, and places that people travel for miles to se...

No one knows its truth. The stories to be told only come through dreams and prayer. Life exists no more here. There is no more hate or hurt, but also no more healing or happiness. For those longing of this place, their pain will be lost. For those that arrive too soon, the lack of preparation will show.

How do I know so much of a place I have never been? I may have not been, but I know many who ...

1. No mice

2. No lead paint

3. No stress

4. No gloomy weather

5. Nice people

6. Friends / Family

7. Manners

8. Inspiration

9. Creativity

10. Freedom

....

Here there is no concrete

No cars whizzing by me

No horns scorning silence

No opinions being broadcast

No fighting with one’s demons

No gritty scenes of spirits dying

No decay of once proud buildings

No hungry souls diving dumpsters

No regret of what came before now

No fear of what could be

I’m in the present quiet

Only beauty surrounds me

I am at ease in the company of trees...