Windows

I don't ever try to make sense,but when I do it truly means something. I ramble on and on,just hoping that someone will take notice,will listen,will notice. I can be happy,sad,angry,confused...most of the time I am. It is all so simple. I can feel it,I have it figured out for just a second. My world is always crashing in,one wall gets fixed,and then the roof starts caving in. Those walls don't hold me...thats why there are windows. My eyes,blue like water,like that of the ocean,so easy to read,so predictable, can damage a soul within seconds,without warning. I've started to think,more than they ever wanted me to. Give me passion,in the making. I bleed it. Splatters on my shoes.I think you are ridiculous,at times we all are. All in different ways,we gained portals with time.Communication is dead.The system,constantly screwing with our heads.