there is a quiet house that glows in the night all across the world
and you can see it if you squint—those large, golden windows, pretty firelight lanterns flickering beyond the panes
even as the rest of the world sits back in the dusk, dancing in the sightless night,
this house will shine; this house has been made a home for light in the dark
and all who make a home within the glowing house basked in orange lantern light will be warmed by its embrace
they will be beyond belonging, smiling at the shadows, crawling across the moon
splayed against the sky like starlight itself
About the Creator
angela hepworth
I want to erase the tears of all those who trusted in hope; I want them to be left with a smile on their faces.
-Madoka
I’m Angela! I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, dumb self-indulgent stuff, and much more. Come check me out! :p
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