The house sits empty.
Spirits walk the hallways,
waiting for life and sounds
to enter the house again.
Waiting can be pure agony
when you have nowhere else to go.
spirits
SPIRITS WALK
Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland
A castle where spirits walk.
Darkness hides in corners.
Old fragrances float in the air.
Shadows follow without footsteps.
And sighs fill the empty spaces.
GHOST TALES
Source:blooming-pain
Oh, Ouija Board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their ghostly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
I feel their cold breath.
Shrieks fill the night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
Too tight.
Much too tight…
DESERTED CASTLE
Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph
A castle where spirits walk
Darkness hides in corners
Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls
Old fragrances float in the air
Shadows follow without footsteps
And sighs fill the empty spaces
ARE WE EVER ALONE?
World of Darkness
Are we ever alone?
Do we carry with us
the spirits of the past;
the loved ones who
have passed?
I can feel them
and sometimes see them.
Can you?
THE HOUSE
An entity all its own.
A living,
breathing
force.
The walls hold secrets
of times gone by,
memories of long ago.
The house keeps
its secrets close.
REACH FOR THE HEAVENS
Source:love-personal
Pink climbs to heaven
on bristling leaves.
Fuchsia steps up
the balconies.
It covers our world
with vibrancy.
Cheering us on
our gloomiest days.
Raising our spirits.
Coaxing us to reach
for the heavens.
