Lonesome House

  ¬†As you walk in, you feel yourself changing. The vintage floral wallpaper covering the walls just stays there, vapidly. You read old stories of the house; left splattered all over the walls. Its history is still alive, floating around, through the halls. As you walk around you notice the old furniture decorating the lonely house. You think of how full of love, and life this place had been–how homey people must have felt as they walked in. Perhaps children filled this place with laughter, … Continue reading Lonesome House