I love abandoned buildings and urbex, places that have personality & soul. It really makes you think about all the stories and feelings that haunt those rooms long settled into stillness and the quiet noise of slow decay, so much like those old folks now mostly forgotten.

Fantastic, and abandoned. Excellent.

Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend, your choice in accompaniment fit your words nicely. You have an ear for it in fact. Nicely done as always. I dig this a lot. Appreciate you.

Damian

Art at its best. We’re lucky to have you here Willow.

Now it matches you. 🙏💖

Willow, I hardly know what to say. It is a great honor to have something named for me. I am doubly pleased that it is a decaying old thing which — no, this is not an insult!– that it creaks, with unspoken stories and strangely unseen secrets; the wind does whistle through my cracked windows, my friend, and curiosity still burns with undying heat. another story is always waiting. Yes, you couldn’t have painted a better picture of me with a camera. Thank you for this lovely, lovely gift!
FD

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Such an amazing tribute my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Really sad piece and we could see this while reading, Sad Lady

This is so very touching, Brenda.

You are very welcome.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Such a heartfelt write that pulled at these old heartstrings my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Writing helps, remembering happy thoughts are healthy, suppressing afraid of darkened pain is a negative. Be healthy Lady and never forget, just don’t live in the pain

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Loss is tough my friend, a very heartfelt write. Grief is sometimes like pacing in circles wondering if one did enough, and praying that our beloved know how much they were loved. Prayers and positive energy sent your way, thanks for sharing something so private. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brenda this piece was just lovely.
Your sadness is palpable in the words and the spaces between them.
Sometimes I wonder what the point of life is…..I haven’t come up with an answer yet.
🙏🙏🙏🙏💋

This is incredibly sad! Your honest, very well expressed self-reflections strike right at the heart of your readers. I can feel the ink bleeding from your heart! A big heart felt hug of love and positives energy! 🫂🙏

Thank You for being his Mom🤍 He chose You to be His Mom🤍. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child… it’s for sure unbearable, it is, the only comfort is to remember that his soul is near, He is near, if You can’t see him it doesn’t mean that it is not true. You are strong to express your pain sincerely like this, but please please please… Don’t dwell in gulit, it’s not your fault or his, as I’ve said in my first sentences. HE chose You to be his Mom and Thank You for being his 🤍 always remember this, always and ever!

Sending You warm hugs strong beautiful Mother💓

I can’t add to that which has already been written. Death is just borrowing him for a moment. Your heart will probably never mend, but will pulse strong in your memories.