Like the mannequin in the window,She's distant and fake,Locked behind a pane of glass.But I'm the glazier who put it there.It's more comfortable to see her like this.I can imagine her however I like.Her personality feeds me,Her lifestyle compliments me,Her motivations inspire me,And from delusion springs hope.I subsist on that hope.On that spurious idea,That perfection … Continue reading Mannequin