
How can a building steal your heart?

How can a building steal your heart?

So many lines for the eye to follow

Beauty is raindrops on my windshield collecting pigments from wet street lights... Projecting a palate of neon colors into a very bitter dreary night.

I let my eyes unfocus and blur at the sides... As I numbly follow familiar white road lines. Soon my face flushes and I tighten my grip... As I wonder what would happen if I let the steering wheel slip.



As soon as my palm opened... Our glitter became dust. Now everything that sparkles... I know can combust.
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