twist-of-fate-16

She is an old house with shuttered eyes and padlocked lips her old weathered exterior fades a little more each day and every storm erodes her foundations, inch by inch. She is an old house rundown and weary no one is left to take care of her gardens and all the fruit that once grew there is long rotten. An old house who creaks when the wind blows too hard but does not collapse. This old house is built well and will stand a little longer. She is an old house and though her doors are closed she is not yet vacant.