the inside is a HELL of a lot scarier than the outside, that’s for sure!!! Not my sketch.
The memories of a place, is it, always there? I mean, if a house is built in the 18th century, does it, carry, the memories of everything that’s happened since to this very day?
The memories of a place, you can take with you, like how after we’d sold our house, I still missed how we used to spend ours, in that big backyard, setting up the tent, right next to the slide and swing set, with you, going in and out of this fortress of ours…
The memories of a place, how do you, get rid of it? You can’t, because the memories are there, to stay forever, the only way you can escape is, move your selves away. Which is why, after you’d been gone, we’d, separated, and, went our separate ways.
not my art…
The memories of a place, it’s easy, to get lost, in the past, which is why, I just, don’t visit this spot where our love once bloomed so beautifully anymore, because now, all that’s left, are the ashes of what used to be this love we used to know so well.
The memories of a place, move away from it, but, you can’t, because, no matter WHERE you end up, those memories will always be, following, close behind you, and, when you turn around, you’d be, bombarded, with everything, that’s gonna, CRASH down on you, bury you alive!
Life, the Obstacle Course 