My memory is in
black and white,
shades of grey.
I was too young
to know any better. 88 more words
I open the door and inside is an empty room, a place that hides the warmth of floor boards. I open the floor boards and found a child, inside the child is a forgotten dance ripped away at a young age, a dance that still haunt his dreams today, inside his dreams is a panic. 58 more words