I can hear the screams loud and clear, all these broken dreams lay bare in the solace of the defamed. The trivialities took priority and turned me into an arbitrary wreck. I can perceive the stench of the decayed aspirations, it seeps through the ceiling down and into the rooms.
In this waste land of hopes there is a single window.of opportunity for ventilation. This window perpetually stays shut to prevent draft from entering and causing further decay.
At the bottom of the rubble there's happiness buried deep within, its only become a fleeting memory and talked about in hindsight. There's the moments that we thought would last forever, the kiss, the hug, the moments we shared that we didn't want to end; time has turned to memories we would rather forget.
In this attic there's quite a lot of boxes, in them you find the faces of the ones who showed us unwarranted kindness. They're often shelved carefully for safety and thought of once in a while.
We've had what we love and lost what he had. I've been at the pinnacle and floundered at the nadir. Our souls have ripped apart, put together and then some. The truths, the lies and everything in between, patience sadness and happiness; the pains of yesterday and dreams of a better tomorrow are all kept safe in the attic of our mind.
