home.

shadows crack open to reveal the hidden truth, shining in its nakedness like brittle bones encased in glass. flecks of dust flake and shake their way to the party on the other side of the shadowall. shimmering shingles on haphazard roofs decorate each home exposed to sunlight like christmas lights and starry skies. they find their home among the lights, soft and starlit as a new born babe. they sculpt coffee cups from natural clay and wile away each saturday as the cat sings its purrs like jingle bells ringing in happy harmonies.