As well as being a place to indulge my love of Hipstamatic and iPhone photos, this is a blog of images and words. Of little vignettes and quiet corners from a place in my head, a place I call The Moth House. Of significant, and also small, happenings there, the wanderings and musings and sad reveries of it's occupants, The Parted Lovers.

Wednesday

Some days, if she thought about his beloved face
 she almost could not remember
why she had even left,
and regret clutched at her heart
until she could no longer breathe.


2 comments:

Martin H. said...

I love the atmosphere, here, at the Moth House.

Ellen said...

I just love the Moth House...images and words that make me long for your next post....