The door creaks
And it takes me to a different time
I remember a tap
That always leaks
A big patch on the wall
That sometimes drips
A door that won't close
Until pushed hard.
A small plant
And a few mushrooms
Find their way on the old exposed wall
The paint is nearly gone
Black and greenish mold finally eats up the wall
Door creaks again
I hear the sound of a leaking tap.
A misaligned painting
On the wall bothers me
The clock near my single bed
Makes its usual noise
But tonight it is loud
It seeps in
Like someone's knocking
In the middle of the night.
The door creaks again..
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Hello there,
You've found your way after visiting all sorts of websites on what we call the internet. Congratulations!
While I do not know what brings you here but I hope you find it here or get closer to finding it.
I prefer being called J and I like doing a lot of things which means I am not really great at anything. Trying to work on it but the mind is a funny thing.
Please feel free to tell me what brings you here. Leave me a note.
Also, you will find photographs, stories, and a bit of poetry on this blog.
Have a good time!
- J
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