The collection that is
Your most valuable prize
Whatever it is that
Defines you
Describes you
Defeats you
Defies you
Despises you
It's stored in this shelf
A miniature library
Chronicle of existence
Every word of every sight of
Every day of every scent of
Every week of every touch of
Every month of every taste of
Every year of everything you hear
Written, typed, photographed
Between these covers
I'll be the bookends
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.