+ Through g l a s s . ¬

+ I'm looking at you through the glass. . don't know how much time has passed, oh God it feel like forever, but no ever tells you that forever, feels like home sitting all alone inside your head. But no one ever tells you that forever, feels like home sitting all alone inside your head .¬


How do you feel? That is the question. But I forget. . you don't expect and easy answer. When something like a soul becomes, initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes you can't expect to bitter folks . # And while your outside looking in describing what you see 
Remember what you’re staring at is me . .¬

How much is real? So much to question, and never dare make up the mannequins contaminating everything. 
When thought came from the heart it never did right from the start. ¡Just listen to the noises! (NO MORE SAD VOICES) Before you tell yourself . .It's just a different scene. Remember its just different from what you've seen

                                                                                 MARLEN .