(original poem)
"In caves starved of natural light"
Is this how you describe your bedroom, Mr. Glass?
I think your notebook would appreciate being put to use.
I lurk in a shed-like building at the bottom of the garden in my parent's house. Natural light hasn't been a familiar thing over the last few years. That's probably why I've gone from sporting a healthy tan to having a vampiric complexion.
Sounds like Father Time is knocking on your door...time to manifest your wildest dreams, Mr. Glass.
"Wildest" dreams, I like this...
"In caves starved of natural light"
Is this how you describe your bedroom, Mr. Glass?
I think your notebook would appreciate being put to use.
I lurk in a shed-like building at the bottom of the garden in my parent's house. Natural light hasn't been a familiar thing over the last few years. That's probably why I've gone from sporting a healthy tan to having a vampiric complexion.
Sounds like Father Time is knocking on your door...time to manifest your wildest dreams, Mr. Glass.
"Wildest" dreams, I like this...