its gonna be made of glass.
from ceiling to floor.
warm spotlighted tops.
ambience-filled.
fellowship of five.
sharing dreams and tears.
aspirations and disappointments.
pen them down.
resound with flats and sharps.
and deep low tones.
this is us.
probably straightjacket.



i could sit here all day
gazing into the windows of your heart
saying no word.

perfection at 12:16 AM