Glass houses
They are standing in glass houses
With squares and tree-shaped reflections shadowing their faces
And they are throwing glass rocks
At the glass hearts suspended in human bodies
And the shattering silence is suspended in formless sound
Hope that every moment will add color, life
To this cold shining moment
Unbelievable! I can’t tell you why — you’ll have to wait until you see my blog post today.
ok that is really funny! hahaha!
Do glass houses come with a life time supply of Windex?
I sure hope so.