Echoing chambers

I found refuge in not writing

these last two days.

I've been mad busy in work

and when I got home in the evenings

the things on my

*to do* list seemed endless.

Usually no matter how tired I am

I will always find the words.

But not these last two days.

I polished my dreams into dusty furniture

and carefully hung the washing out to dry.

All the while,

your words echoed and ricocheted around the

chambers of

my waiting heart