12:26 a.m. - 2010-05-12
come inside me
Only seeing wooden bones of this dark vacant house? it's an illusion..in a lone lot in the middle of the night, lit by city stars....it's not real.

You're daydreaming. You're wrong.

But if you open your eyes,
you'll see my home

(built, filled, full, whole, real)

on a sunny lawn at lunch time,

with plenty of me, wallflowers and all,
inside.

I am waiting for you to open your eyes,

I am waiting for
the knock on the door.

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