thoughts. (interlude)

In a realm where secrets weave and wend, Stands a house that none can bend. Transparent walls, both frail and fine, A structure made of clear glass line. Within it, lives exposed and bare, Moments captured, feelings rare. Every tear and joyous laughter, Echoed in the hereafter. Caught in the spotlight, a spectacle to see, A tapestry of moments, on display for all to be. In this open gallery, where I'm on parade, I'm searching for connection in this masquerade. Heard you said it would be okay Heard you said it would be okay Heard you said it would be okay Heard you said it would be okay Heard you said it would be okay Heard you said it would be okay Heard you said it would be okay Heard you said it would be okay