a girl on a bench

some people change
some stay the same
all in the pursuit of glory
glory rains
glory pains
glory speaks to 
daydreams
nightmares
pictures on the wall 
that aren't there
a story captured 
in your head
that you can't repeat
as hard as you try 
the words aren't there
but you see it all 
in a haze 
ablaze 
contorting

do you know where a soul goes
when it wants to hide?

-gabina