I like staring out the window on the second floor.
It's gigantic and I can see cars and buildings from outside.
It's even prettier at night.
Lights travel around like birds.
And like the rest of the house,
The second floor is white too.
Looking at things from this height
doesn't feel like soaring
but
gazing.
As if I really were actually staring from Heaven.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
