Thieves Welcome

by HelluvaGirl

I'm at a place with a good perspective. I like faces changing in front of my eyes while I look at them from behind a glass. It's safe place: not a springboard, not a house on fire, not a dwelling with an expiring rent agreement. I can stay here as long as I need. I hope to see a thief passing by one day who will steal my thoughts and feelings, like someone has stolen me away from Genius once, with a package of kindness, resolution and meaning. Wonder what this glass is, though. A Sleeping Beauty's sarcophagus? A window at an Amsterdam's Red Light district? A pretend-mirror at a detention facility? Curious which side I am on, too.Facebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestmailFacebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestmail
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