Just a House

Dreamer of Words

My name is Elena. I write poems in my head and some of them make it onto paper. Creation heals my soul; I live for it and because of it. I write and draw and play music and lose myself in my imagination. I am an aspiring art therapist, giving it all I’ve got to make it. I have a whole other world in my head and here, I will share it with you. I long to meet you. Please come and share your imagination with me.

Note: I always check out peoples blogs but I don't always follow back. I unfollow blogs that post graphic pictures of self-harm, please don't take this personally.

Just a House

It’s never just a house.

And it’s never

Going to be alright

If I can never climb

Those stairs on hands and knees

And look out my landing window

And remember everything.

No-one will ever understand how

It is never going to be

“Just a house” to me.

19/2/12, 5 notes