Jan 28, 2006 22:55
& I'll put all of my hope into one place, where I feel like choking & I forget how to breathe. I'll think of crowded places to get my head & my heart straight, the automatic doors will slide open & the mannequins will greet me as they stand still on their glass podiums, their ceramic heads turning towards the windows. They would like to escape, am I correct? The tiles on the floor capture my silouhette fairly well & I can hear the elevator making it's way up closer to the sky. With every floor it reaches, comes another noise, a soft beep that reminds me of other peoples lives & actions. The doors slide together & they look like their in love, as they travel to greater heights & greater lows, just like human beings. I hear your footsteps against the silent floor & I want us to look like we're in love, let's travel to great heights, just like elevator doors.