Poke dream-like faces behind the towers.
Happy. Smile. Laugh.
Bright street light falls and we have
One sad man.
When looking into the glass jar
The only thing visible is the glass bottom.
Moving closer-eye on rim.
The jar breaks.
No glue in the house-
Nothing in the house.
I used to show pictures of __________
But eventually grew to realize that the image only held the story that I wanted it to hold.
Now when I look at the images I get sad because I realize they have no value or stories anymore.
any wind that blows.