This is a place my best friend discovered near her neighborhood a few years ago. It was abandoned, beautiful, and honestly looked as if was a castle in its own wonderland. It was full of color, and life. We would escape here when the world seemed dark, and let our minds absorb the fairytale it seemed to belong to. It was a blank canvas for a storybook of our own creation. We would sit here and talk… or sit here and just observe nature, and wonder endlessly about what could be of this place. These two photographs were taken by my best friend:
Unfortunately, last time she went to visit it, it was gone. It had been demolished and it felt as though a piece of our heart had been taken with it. It was a metaphorical refuge and a place which let our friendship bloom when the rest of the world seemed so loud and heavy.