Toxic Abandon

Dark lips like black tar dripping. Our silhouettes stand deep in cloudchunks and sear into the light we used to know. White like black, black like white, these days I can't tell the difference between cotton gumdrops and formaldehyde. But does it really matter? But they say it does. But who really knows? But they insist! And who is they? And windows creep me out the most because you never know if there is someone inside watching you. Knees sink softly; a desolate cosmos of boneshivers. An icy apocalypse. Watch! The breath float and vanish like gasps. What did the sky look like when these buildings had eyes. What was my ribcage like before you. The hollow wind pierces and I see. They etched blood words in silent desperation. They filled tattered suitcases and left. They never came back. And now the empty. Wood chunks and broken glass, I want to say that vacancy is beautiful. I want to say I don't remember. But the thing is they were here they were here we were here I was here you were here I am here; you are here still. 

Spent a snowy afternoon exploring abandoned buildings with my friend Hunter. There is something eerie and there is something beautiful about a ghostly structure. The broken windows, the peeling walls, the consuming stillness. Whilst carefully treading these creaky wooden floors, I couldn't help but wonder if there were any human inhabitants hiding in the shadows. Quiet eyes watching strangers trespass on an emptiness turned home. With that in mind, the experience kind of felt like stepping into a Hollywood horror movie. You know, the type that causes its audience to angrily exclaim over the stupidity of the victims. But my fascination with abandonment and love for adventure trumped my fear. Like I said, there is something enchanting about the places people choose to vacate. The places that fall apart unnoticed because people never look back. I found serenity amongst a deterioration untainted by human hands. Something about seeing the beauty in the broken. Something about seeing the beauty in the alone. Something about seeing the beauty in what society rejects and leaves behind. 

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