The yellow house.

by Shadows

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.