i want your heart in a glass box. as greys seep through, i clean it with windex....not much i can do but clean with panic, of smudging the greys...i think about all outcomes as i spray, with severe care, extreme caution in play with not wanting to damage the only beautiful thing that try to preserve, and protect. i do so, with so much care, and affection. i watch this, beat after beat...time and time again, i find that i want to meet whom owns this heart, for they would appreciate how i tend to it.