|http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/wind-blowing by falseambitions|
I feel like an empty room. There is no life here, everything is still. Only wind playing with the curtain gives some illusions of energy present yet. Summer is dying slowly and queietly. Minute after minute, raindrops, leaves some seeds forcing vulnerable resistance of the curtain are landing inside. The outdoors is swallowing indoors.
No furniture, no pictures, no carpets or rugs just nothing that you could make you want to stay. Just unborn children's laughter keeps echoing among naked walls.
|by Jan Saudek|
My parents want me to stay in their house and bring more life there. But I can't 'cause I feel like an empty room...