It came crashing down and burst our bubble. The tower we built, now a pile of rubble. To avoid a fight, We’d be silent all night. Who knew it would cause so much trouble. -Celeste, the AIM studios Silence is Disastrous
Volume. One Part Of a larger piece of art. Volume. One Space Where matter takes place. Volume. A loudness chart.
Alone, she closed her eyes. Relief from clutter and lies. The imaginary expanse, Put her in a trance. Solitude. What a prize.
How she wanted to paint the room A nice white, like a lily bloom. Since Ecru, Ivory or Buff Would never be enough To rid it of the dusty gloom. -Celeste, the AIM studios