tubofbubbles
the ornaments hung on the walls and the tree and the ceiling and the television, and every hangable surface there was in the whole house. not that the house was big or anything. just me and leo fit in it. mom occasionally stuffs herself in. but i'm careful to stuff all the ornaments so that everything looks a bit less empty.
The scene outside my window was quite peaceful. I wished I could dump my soul there, bask in the innocent sun rays. It almost convinces me that the mess in my room and in my brain was all gone...
the parallel lines on the wall drew me in closer to examine the texture. reaching out to touch it, i realized that it was soft and plush. almost drawing my finger inside...
the wet cement hung on the wall like an unfinished sculpture. she looked at it, wondering if it could possibly be a mirror, though deformed. but soon, when she saw that it was drooping and dripping slowly, she realized with horror someone had done this to her apartment.