Glass parade

moments that beg for a bend in the road 
causing disruptions 
stories of old..
the living fabric of us woven into the core of time 
indefinite existence 
seen through the glass parade..
words stuck in my throat 
the world will never know 
conversations that would ripen your heart 
begging to be told.. 
think I’m going home 
getting lost for awhile
because I still believe 
just a voice inside my head..