Voices

They find me in the night, while eyes shut tight, whispered none the same, seeking their claim. Some get jotted, most are forgotten. I awake haunted, by my own words I’ve been taunted.

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Abandoned

Expressions of sunlight, burning delight, mysteries in moonlight silence the night. Echoed souvenirs line the walls, defining here our treasured moments, as well as hidden fears. It's one of life's greatest pleasures and toughest journeys, embracing the hurts and joys, alike, to free our tears. -- Susan (Photo taken of an abandoned building Fort Cobb)