we love and lie.
we hope and pray.
we dissolve our dreams into piano concertos and mix our thoughts with polite smiles.
there are some sort of windows surrounding you,all showing a way out.but a way out of where?who do we run from?ourselves?things we think?a list of things that go wrong?do we jump?just open the window a tad bit to let the freedom in?
paper birds,complacent cows in the field.aching bones and wonderment.
its like..we're waiting.for a miracle that's never going to happen.