~ Room of metaphors

Broken doors
Pale dusty windows
Jammed hinges
Spider webs
Wooden un-broomed floors
Three legged chairs
A table ,carrying the load of dried jars

Dripping sinks , ripping hearts .   
Some half left ..or maybe half filled pages ..turning stories as the wind ,that comes through that little nostril of window .
Giving a glitch of sunshine to all these things lying around as a metaphor of exactly everything on going inside meh .

One passage turning towards the other with dimmed lights lit on the staircase
Leading to lifeless rooms . .that groan silent stories ..that mourn people, who left them vacant.

Swirling blind curtains , just like blind people ..not blind from eye ...but through...ehh....
You cant see what's going inside them ..just as u cant see what's behind the curtain .