05-30-2013, 10:11 AM
Dust filled bars of light cut through one another as their paths intersect.
Smells of mildew and mothballs coat the thick and stagnant air.
Memories lay dormant in the dark, forgotten memories meant to be remembered.
Where unneeded wants go to live out their existence...
-The attic
Smells of mildew and mothballs coat the thick and stagnant air.
Memories lay dormant in the dark, forgotten memories meant to be remembered.
Where unneeded wants go to live out their existence...
-The attic
Ugly on the skin, lovely from within..