someone probably went into debt for that sofa on the street corner. they stayed home from work that day just to make sure someone was home when it was delivered. they fell in love on that sofa. they were watching the news on 9/11 on that sofa. now there is meth head passed out on it at 6am being pissed on by a french bulldog.
mellowtonin
The house falls, bleached grey wood leaning, moss and grass taking over. There’s a hole for the sky and a whisper of wind. It’s quiet now, still with the slowness of time.
I stood in the abandoned library, its once bustling aisles now eerily silent. Yet amidst the dust and decay, the scent of old books whispered tales yet untold.
beneath the starlit sky, the abandoned park took on an ethereal beauty. the silent swings and empty benches echoed with the laughter and dreams of lost childhoods
Abandoned buildings have always fascinated me. Their empty halls whisper tales of forgotten lives, each room a silent testament to time’s relentless march.
This is horrible but I think of those baby drop-offs at fire stations. That must be so hard to be in a place where you’re willing to put a human in a box and walk away. I guess if you’re at that point, the baby’s better off that way. Sorry to anyone reading this that has dropped a baby off in one of those. Probably a pretty high percentage of this site’s readership…..
arlo
I was adopted at birth, and super premature, so I was in an incubator for the first six weeks of my life. So I feel like I came in with this ultimate abandonment, which has stuck with me throughout my life, making it hard for me to ever be alone, while simultaneously hard for me to stay with anyone for too long out of fear they might abandon me.
My neighbors had a dog. Last night I heard a terrbile news. They abandoned their dog. It is terrible. The poor animal must be so scared and hungry. I decided to go search for him and bring him home. I will take good care of it.
someone probably went into debt for that sofa on the street corner. they stayed home from work that day just to make sure someone was home when it was delivered. they fell in love on that sofa. they were watching the news on 9/11 on that sofa. now there is meth head passed out on it at 6am being pissed on by a french bulldog.
The house falls, bleached grey wood leaning, moss and grass taking over. There’s a hole for the sky and a whisper of wind. It’s quiet now, still with the slowness of time.
I stood in the abandoned library, its once bustling aisles now eerily silent. Yet amidst the dust and decay, the scent of old books whispered tales yet untold.
beneath the starlit sky, the abandoned park took on an ethereal beauty. the silent swings and empty benches echoed with the laughter and dreams of lost childhoods
Abandoned buildings have always fascinated me. Their empty halls whisper tales of forgotten lives, each room a silent testament to time’s relentless march.
the spotlight
followed me
across the stage
for decades
now i stand
alone in
the dark
silhouettes
of a sea
of empty
seats
We abandon each other every time we exhale. The line that defines where you end and I begin is thickening.
This is horrible but I think of those baby drop-offs at fire stations. That must be so hard to be in a place where you’re willing to put a human in a box and walk away. I guess if you’re at that point, the baby’s better off that way. Sorry to anyone reading this that has dropped a baby off in one of those. Probably a pretty high percentage of this site’s readership…..
I was adopted at birth, and super premature, so I was in an incubator for the first six weeks of my life. So I feel like I came in with this ultimate abandonment, which has stuck with me throughout my life, making it hard for me to ever be alone, while simultaneously hard for me to stay with anyone for too long out of fear they might abandon me.
My neighbors had a dog. Last night I heard a terrbile news. They abandoned their dog. It is terrible. The poor animal must be so scared and hungry. I decided to go search for him and bring him home. I will take good care of it.