Buried Deep

Old building. Dilapidated. Broken pillars, half-standing walls. An unprotected well somewhere inside, with creepers surrounding its darkness. Love once bloomed in this building's garden. Now weeds are on a rampage. So many stories are buried here, waiting.

Waiting that someday someone will unearth them.
Someone will listen for the long dead, someone will read the writings on the walls. Someday someone will dig deep.

Until then, there is lifeless peace.