Literature
a slice of life
If you listen to jazz, they're lovely as the lights, If you peek between the blinds, and witness a kiss, that is love, you tell yourself the world spins on the other side, here I am, you tell the world, but the world is quiet and still, it knows how you are, so this is sorrow, you tell no one and this is life, holding yourself close at night, listening to jazz, witnessing a kiss, and looking at sadness
