as cold and numb as you

there is a glass window. with curvy, brash, childlike letters slapped upon it. G O O D M O O D. rose-coloured glass. i have looked through it for the past three weeks--a record amount of time.

last night, the shrill, piercing high notes of the proverbial opera singer started to splinter the glass. cracks appeared, shots of the dull world behind the rose glass seeping through.


today, the glass shattered.