Out of Sight, Out of Mind.

q u a t r e

when we hide behind masks, and bottle our emotions up, and hope the world to be a better place;

we find that our masks crumble, and our emotions bubble and spill from all the shaking, and our hope shatters into million pieces.

and so then,

we sit on that street, and watch everything go by, and cry instead of smile, and be angry instead of being nice, and point out the flaws of the world and dream big till we can't anymore,

and then we say good-bye and fall into an endless sleep.