A place in your heart that will always be there.
A place like
home, but will never compare to the new that is now.
How to go back, just what to do.
A time of
dreams in that little
glass house.
A time to be sheltered from happiness all around.
Not just a being, but a feeling of calm.
Calamity surrounds, but can't break the glass
the glass that holds you in,
astounds you in it's ability...
to make the outside look so new
maybe the glass is made of rose colored glasses,
BUT,
then why does looking back tinge it with blue,
a sadness, a lack of hope, for ever going back.
dated: 4 months after
leaving Los Gatos