• ink_impressions 5w


    This dream house, built of splendid tiles
    And walls made of sensational emotions
    And roofed by fluffy little while clouds...
    Light stabs the walls, penetrating in deep
    Through these windows left open always
    Though I expect someone else to intrude
    All the while being so embarrassed often
    The very light shoots out through them
    To go hide at infinity beyond my thoughts
    And I then go dwell in the painful darkness
    With my windows left open still, for... ... ...