IN DEATH WE ARE THE SAME, SIMPLE FERTILIZER FOR THE FLOWERS, YET HATE STILL FILLS THIS WORLD.
so piece by piece inch by inch i will try and put a smile on a face and let a laugh fill the room so in times of sadness we may still hear its echo or see a reflection of what was once there and hopefully soon will become truth again.
....... in other words random shit that will make (hopefully) someone out there laugh or make their day a little better.
When she went to the build she sat in a room filled with couches and tables even a small piano sat in the corner, yet no soul filled the room not even a memory of a person did. in fact not in a single one of the rooms that filled her mansion did she have one memory of a person, even the maids that worked for her seemed as but simple zombies that she had never truly gotten to know. Not once did she laugh while talking to them, nor did a smile escape through her forever frown crusted lips.
So now she found herself in a soul-less, memory-less castle, and after she realized how simple the reason why was, tears began to trickle from her dried eyes.
In the years to come she spent her time filling the halls with joy as all the sick and poor that passed through her doors were nursed back to health and given a place to stay until they could pass on to higher and better things.
And even as she drew her final breaths a smile showed. which was now not such an unseen sight.