What if there were windows that opened and still blocked the sound? The sun? The light? What if all that came through was a soft but warm breeze? Tickling and forcing a smile. I like the storms and the sounds too much, I think. I drink to sofas and offer the clowns something to laugh at a while. I keep the warm here in belly. I dance away. Crying in the light from joy. Actually crying from joy. Can you imagine it? Think of warmth. Think of trust. Think of love. Think of light. Think of life's better moments. Think of doves in mid-flight. In all we ask - seconds. In all we ask - sights. A treasure to someone. A measurements fight.Birth sign: Pisces
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