i stand here
in this room of cement
dreaming to be on the outside.
though, this dream is mercurial.
i can see the outside, through the one thing in the room.
a stained glass window.
it's colors clashing and colliding, to form the most beautiful picture
and suddenly,
my dream doesn't seem as important.
as the light shines through, the colors coat the room with warmth and beauty.
i've only one thing keeping me from my dream
something so fragile and so elegant, yet has the strongest hold on me.
i've only one thing keeping me from my dream
and yet,
i can't bring myself to destroy it.
kinda proud of this ngl