Cold room, grey walls
Empty floors
There’s a door
It’s not locked
But only leads to cold rooms
Empty grey walls
Floor after floor.
There used to be a window here somewhere,
Where is it?
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MY BOOK! FINALY!!
The Self Published Writer's Cut.
One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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I know rooms like that in my dreams. Spray paint. Wallpaper. I'm amazed by the energy it takes to make an empty space come to life. Energy is the thing.
Those first buds in spring will help.
Spring! That's what i need!!
Can you see it yet?
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