• sweetdreams12xx 31w

    Those sweet chimes echo through this old house. Rippling across tender souls clutching broken hearts.
    Spirits already passed sing their harrowing lines that make the angels weep.
    I go outside to catch their tears, collecting them in an old jam jars.
    There's no composure as those tears trickle down my face.
    Their pain seeps into my skin and opens my soul to the past I never knew.
    Yet all is soothed as those sweet chimes echo.