When the last cup of tea was downed and the last meal cooked, the outside world stayed calm and the room listened. It was time to leave, again. The room which listened to every wail, every scream, the laughter and the prayers had nothing to say in return.
Not much had changed except a few more pricks in the blue board, a new DNA on the floor and some scratches on the mirror. The sun still pierced through the window right into the iris, the air made its way through the creeks and the sink kept flooding.
It was alive once with the sound of the music and footsteps. Now it lies in wait of new life. Will there be music and dancing, maybe? The room wonders in silence..
2 comments:
the rooms always listen babe...hope the new room talks back too ;)
Great post, written like a poem :)
Have a nice trip;)
N
thanks N
talking rooms...now that's a thought!
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