For it to hang as a timeless piece, I fall out of character, I call it love, and I dive into my mind to unveil a different story each time you look at the wall. Pretty Words speak into existence when I lie awake at night. Doors wide open, inviting everyone in Drinks to the left, people on my right Plenty to take, plenty to go around Don’t forget to keep these as film Those are usually the good ones To show, not tell A heart as a whole Yours truly, Santhochi