Excuses drip from the walls thick as molasses Lies cover the floor waiting to be believed Shadows dance around the light that has snuck in through broken windows. Dust covers the frames that once held smiling faces An echo of a child's laugh floats through the air. If not for the echo There would be no sound anywhere. The spiders and flies took their dance elsewhere Even this place is to dark for them. No soul left to fill the void No whisper of any tenant at all. This place they call Misery~ No one should want to be. It tries to hold on to others It tries to belong Misery loves company "They say" But no company would take Misery on!
The Coffee Camper is a 5x10 Teardrop camper that was turned into an espresso/coffee traveling cart. She is dressed and ready to go to camp grounds, events, and business's to serve hot, yummy, delicious beverages. There is also poetry sprinkled through out the blog.