[T H I S S I D E]

Sunbeams hit
The bottled paradise on my shelf
Gathering dust
Smothering the vision

Inside
A safe space
A house, a home, a place to belong
It’s a paradise

Soft piano and harp music plays
Scent of old libraries and archives
To sit down and rest
close our eyes and let us fall

Orange rays of sun cover the land
No light escapes, it’s all centered
Beautiful late nights
In my paradise in summer

I’m not me when I’m not there
Purple and green streaks in my hair
Video and board games
And laughter echoing off of the glass

Sometimes when it’s really dark
I look to my glass on the shelf
And if the sun fails to light it
The jar glows by itself
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