Here I stand transparent and tall lacking a true focal point.
Yet barring my emotions that still exsit underneath the latch I once lost.
I feel in the emptiness with a handful of tears as onlookers surround me.
They are unaware that my home is the escape to ones own paradise
I'm inside looking out unafraid because I'm protected by a screen and four pale objects
And as the sun decreases its glare begins to show thorught my pane.