text: The picture frame laid on the ground as its brothers and sisters are still hanging on the wall. The nail reserved for the fallen frame stuck there in abandonment with nothing clinging on it. In the corner of the room, a large pot was sat months ago but only to be complemented by a dead fern that had not tasted water in weeks. A small table with a residence of a mug with coffee stains inside that would make a good trap for cockroaches and ants. A half-eaten apple civilised by cities of molds under the small table. Underneath all of that was an experienced rug who has tasted a lot of things from breads to wines to gravies to m&ms. The whole room is illuminated only by the lights produced by the television. Man in solitary was sitting on his couch wearing nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers drinking a can of coke, watching “Love and Prejudice”. Sliding doors on his left was opened to let the wind circulating in the living room relieving the stench from all the things in the living room with night’s fresh air. \- The picture frame was once again reunited with its brothers and sisters, hanging proudly on the dim lit wall. The nail no longer felt lonely as it has reconvened with its life long partner. The pot in the corner of the room filled with Hearts of Jesus that have never versed with dehydration. Magazines about lifestyles and fashion neatly stacked on top of the small table. Two pairs of drunk wine glasses laid on their sides on the experienced rug next to the wine bottle filled with air. Not far from the glasses are a pair of white stiletto heels that has its strap snapped fiercely and now dangling there, lifeless. The whole room was well lit but still considered as dim. Blasting from the speakers was a song from Bruno Mars titled “Just The Way You Are”. Man, no longer solitary, wearing a charcoal black suit on top of a snow white winged tip collar, with his bow tie undone and hanging around his neck, passionately in a kissing spree with Woman who was in a beautifully woven pearl white ballgown dress, her bridal veil went over her head and to her back. Sliding doors on their left was opened to let the wind circulating in the living room to replace the scent of fumes and cologne and sweats the night’s fresh air. \- The picture frame now holds a graceful photo of Man and Woman side by side in their wedding dress. Smiling at each other from ear to ear as the day the picture was taken was their day marked in the history of their lives. The Caladiums in the corner of the room are starting to wilt, putting dehydration as an experience in its resumé. The small table now stands next to the couch with nothing on top of it, radiating an endless sense of longing. The experienced rug now tire from being stepped on by multiple people coming in and out of the living room. The room is bright with no help from the lamps but from the sunlight flooding in through the sliding door, but everything is black and white. The television and the speakers are dead silent, nothing playing on them. Echoes of damp chatter fills the room but not in a noisy way. Man in melancholy, dressed in black, from blazers to slack, crying with his friends and family around him, comforting him, mourning with him.