the house of love is falling apart.
we have been neglecting it.
our windows are dusty and stained from rain water.
our doors are scratched and window sills need painting.
the spiders have found it to be welcoming. well, at least that’s something, right?
and the shrinky dinks that alex made when she was seven look brighter against the dirty windows. that’s gotta be something, right?
we’ll bring life to the house of love. again. soon. i hope.