Emptiness echoes but does not return the same lifeless message. Only the stillness of the room reflects such dreary gasps for color and that still desire of the moth longing to surpass its dull greys for the wings of a fluttering butterfly in its glory days.
this is from 3 yrs ago AND I NEVER POSTED IT HERE? I thought I did but nope, just on theprose.com only I'm a fool, but here