you were six feet from me but so far awayI needed a safe bed so badly I needed you to tell me you loved methat it was gonna be okay I needed someone to tell metell me I'm safe it's going to be okayI'm here for you I always will be you were six feet from me but so far awayI knocked on your door I called your name I knocked on your doorI called your nameI knocked on your doorI knocked on your doo...

you may be the first but you’re certainly not the last person to lodge themselves into the inviting right atrium of my heart. perch on it, kick your feet up, ill cushion them with my blackening lungs. sit comfortably. rest your head on my cranium- you know you’re always on my mind? when you decide to leave i beg you tread lightly. you dont. my spirit crushes beneath your sole. no, go its fine. ...

Vacant - instagram | isx.saBeauty is in the eye of the beholder. Depending on how you view the world, beauty is everywhere. I find beauty in old “run down”, abandoned places because I see what it once was. Its almost amazing how something once so lively can be so vacant. 

Forgotten, once cherished possessions from a particularly sombre abandoned house, Ireland.This house was a random find and an urbexers (urban explorers') dream...an utter treasure trove of memories.There is a sense of peace derived from exploring the beauty of abandonment, it's an honour to remember the lives once lived in homes which now lie derelict and taken over by nature. @beautifully_der...

A selection of forgotten homes, Ireland, in various states of decay.

www.sarah-schacht.comSarah Schacht is interested in how history coalesces beyond the social moment to form our subjective narratives and perceptions. Seeking to understand the deeply inscribed effects of American globalization and the capitalist market-labor system of the latter twentieth century, her photographs, paintings, and sculptures tell a story about the country and the polarized politi...

I took this photo while I was at a mall, have to say, I really loved how this came out. The singular bench, the window on the ceiling casting light indoors, the space in general, everything about this screams “PERFECT!”.

“...My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; - Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! - Nothingbeside remains. Round the decay - Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare - The lone and levelsands stretch far away.”---From Percy Bysshe Shelley’s OzymandiasThe following depictions of industrial structures spotted across the Kentucky landscape should seem familiar to many. Monolithic and long le...

  How can an “evidence of memory” end up in a garbage bin like the picture above? Or next to it? When does a photograph stops being the proof that something happened and ends up being an annoying piece of paper with a picture on it? What is that which drives people to give up their whole family, inside of half torn-down houses, hanging from frames on the walls, for over decades?  You stir up t...

The abandoned churches, the abandoned faith - or merely the difficulty in finding the divine, the hidden away meaning of life, the wilderness expanding as largely as the hidden questions of life. The desolation, the heat cremating intention and ambition -  It leaves room for searching the fabric of purpose, under the pressure of a wide wasteland, where nothing is too close to anything, not ...