Bestowing in a short stride inside of this barren home belonging to a close friend recently made me feel, hollow.

Discovering the area rather shortly, the initial aspect inside the house I noticed was how the eyesore flooring remains incomplete with old stains amongst lingering dirt. Appears as though the aged carpet was discarded after subsisting there for ages of how unsanitary the ground look...

There’s a tiny door behind the table where the lamp stands. I don’t know where it leads, but it’s clearly a cupboard under the stairs of some sort. However, there’s no handle anymore. It looks like it’s been ripped off. Who knows, maybe it was done by a monster. Or, more accurately, by the residents of this house, the old couple who’ve lived here for forty-five years. Even if it could be opened, I...

That tree?

That tiny, scrawny little pine is the towns Christmas tree? Out all the majestic ones?

Oh.

Oh.

All lit up.

That’s different.

And lovely....

In the corner is exercise bike, dusty and neglected. There are two long lamps, on each side of the sofa like Greek columns. Black pleather couches and a table with a bottle of salt and pepper and a small lidded bowl full of sugar. A magnifying glass pokes up out of a container full of pens. Plastic water bottles are everywhere, half filled with water, still. From of a tomato-shaped vase pours fork...

The moment I stepped into the craft room, I could tell it was a place where magical things happened. My eyes did not know where to land first, I can honestly say I have never seen so much in one room.

The first wall to my right was filled with miniature shelves, housing inks, beautiful glass pens and sticks of wax. A line of wax seal stamps sat next to the pot of sticks. Next to these, a variety ...

By far the warmest room in the house around the holidays, the fireplace room is extremely cozy. The first thing I saw was the large black wood stove set in the center of the room, a cheery blaze crackling from within.

Warm air radiated from it and I stretched my hands towards it comfortably. The room itself was bright and cheerful, an orange glow about it in the late evening light. I could ...

Green tile countertops, not something most people would pick. White cabinets that are no longer white, and odd wallpaper covering the walls.

The top of the microwave is missing, revealing its inner workings. The pantry is barely big enough to hold food, let alone the pots and pans shoved in there as well.

The counters are relatively clean; they have a bread box, toaster, blender, kettle, coffee...

I rang the doorbell and was astounded by the sound that flooded my ears, an antiquated yet fitting chime for this suburban home that I had been invited to this lovely Sunday afternoon.

I stared at the fresh-cut green grass and watched two young boys ride bicycles down the sidewalk as I waited to be greeted at the front door. I heard a mechanical click and the door unlocked. At a second glance, I ...

In the far reaches of the house, sits a small room. Closed off behind a white door with a placard hanging from the dark round handle. A green bookshelf, filled with books and decor, hides behind the door as it opens. A small closet in the back corner is blocked by crates and boxes piled at the end of a small bed which sits across from a large wooden desk.

It looks like the person just moved in bu...

I loved that glow of his

In the eye he wears, the sun far away

Which illuminates us all around us.

the branches turned green

in the splendor of the mountain tops,

As I watched them intently.

So I wish there was a bar now

For a moment, let's watch quietly

Valleys and every hill in its wake

Which leads us, as he whispered to me

warm say gentle kisses.

He approaches me quietly with his steps

There ...