Every corner has a story scrouching in its dusty heap...

Every creak on the floor resounds with laughter of happiness past...

The sun's rays filtered throug the rusty windows.. try and bring in hope...meaning...love.. life...passion.......

but the shabby old curtain form a wall......a wall of stone holding everything within .....all the hurt..the pain......grief..the burn....its bottled inside.....reeking of destruction...of life being suffocated

and all without.