YOU CAN'T SEE THEM

imaginary creatures inside my heart
It is made of glass, my heart

now the imaginary creatures want to come out, but
the windows will not open

I am afraid. Out of desperation, the imaginary creatures might try and
break through the glass, you see?

all the glass of my heart
It is frightening for the rest of me. The concrete, the dirt, the other stuff

::: ::: :::

[Picture: You can’t see them by reading_is_dangerous]