Haunted House

Ghosts trapped in the same house. All this furniture and decorations collected and displayed to become cruel reminders of our demise. Waking up in separate beds, in separate bedrooms to a day that has different hours. We walk around in the same two story house never seeing each other like we have been cursed to our loneliness together.

Words have lost their meaning, sentences don’t have a leg to stand on, arguments still born lay lifelessly on the beautiful wood flooring still shining new. In fact everything around us looks unoccupied and brand new. A beautiful collection of solid oak furniture in the…

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Chaos is in you, it folds with every beat of your heart. You find me here and now; But I am already gone to join forces with the enemy of time.

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E. Saglamer

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Chaos is in you, it folds with every beat of your heart. You find me here and now; But I am already gone to join forces with the enemy of time.

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