I am empty, like the walls I love to visit. I am crumbling, like the paint that has been chipping. Centuries gone lost. But the moments were not forgotten. I am desolate, like the hallways I walk carefully. Screams and cries throughout the nights. How can they see without any lights? I am tattered, I am torn. Like the homes with unlocked doors. They are fragile and oh so worn. I found the beauty in it all. Afraid to miss them before they fall. I want to capture every corner. I need to wonder every corridor.