!flaminghate

Full of unopened boxes which contain interesting but dangerous secrets,
Cobwebs over everything,
Photographs in broken frames as I forget people,
Or try your best to in anycase.

There is a bed that's never been slept in,
Because I never rest,
Its sheets are stiff with dust.

There are bookshelves with old books that I've read but forgotten about,
There are loose pages with angry words and poems on them,
Nothing is organized,
It seems like no one lives there but ghosts.

It's a fascinating place which is made up of secrets,
Darkness and memories.