and the crowd swallowed me
I’m lost in thought.. In malls, i just want to Disappear in to my note book. I must write. Not for writings sake.. but for my own. my words are carefully edited, to honor my content.
Those lyrics forced a lovely story.. And a story makes you smile.. I cant take these people. I wish them all blind. and maybe hard of hearing. how content of a night that could be, in a green house, with just the moon for light.. all of the plants breathing for you. And your allowed. To be, that flawed little person, you'll always be.
In your glass house dreams.
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