Theres a knock on my bedroom door.. its my uncle.."Rana, u forgot to lock the door again..".
that sense in the air, the sense that u are always threatened, always trying to lock doors behind you, always alert and aware, always wide pupiled...
That act of locking doors, at that particular moment, represented locking life out...
The yellow house. once was a house full of life and passion, but as souls pass away they suck along the life out of the old walls...
Breathing is not enough proof that you are alive, it does not mean that ur soul is setteled peacefully in ur flesh between ur ribs in ur mind and heart...
A body with no soul, is corpse. And corpse are nothing more than just remains.
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so why not try to revive life in the old house?
why wait for others to do so?
open eyes and open windows ..knock on doors..remind them of a life that was once lived .. lively !
sometimes all what may life needs is a knock on a door
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