Stacked in Silence
The sorry story is almost over, the past giving up on itself. A watched home never crumbles, but it does so surely, losing balance in the storm. It happens when you're sleeping, locked away from the fury, snow sifting down weary walls. The time it took to get this far was wide and well-ignored, decades full of long days passing, unknown length of neglect. You could sit here every morning, watch the sunrise through a skylight built by time. Clear to the blue and drifting off to heaven, low spirits in high places. There are no ghosts of homes, only memories stacked in silence... then pulled out, brick by brick.
February 12, 2019
Clementsport, Nova Scotia
facebook | instagram | twitter | tumblr | youtube | etsy
You can support my work
get things in the mail
and see everything
first on Patreon
Stacked in Silence
The sorry story is almost over, the past giving up on itself. A watched home never crumbles, but it does so surely, losing balance in the storm. It happens when you're sleeping, locked away from the fury, snow sifting down weary walls. The time it took to get this far was wide and well-ignored, decades full of long days passing, unknown length of neglect. You could sit here every morning, watch the sunrise through a skylight built by time. Clear to the blue and drifting off to heaven, low spirits in high places. There are no ghosts of homes, only memories stacked in silence... then pulled out, brick by brick.
February 12, 2019
Clementsport, Nova Scotia
facebook | instagram | twitter | tumblr | youtube | etsy
You can support my work
get things in the mail
and see everything
first on Patreon