windows
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Life can compare to that of a window sill
It’s part of a bigger picture and comes in
Various shapes, sizes, and colors.
Some are useful others just mere eye candy.
Many used to display plants and décor.
you are illuminated by a window screen in the early eveningi can see the gradients in your eyes, but they’re fuzzier, they’re darkerand i think that’s how we are, too
I've spent a lifetime in this room.Certain sources of light.Various lamps have come and gone,all lasting different times.Wherever they have been placedin the dark box that is my room,
I.
in Appleton, Wisconsin, there is a boy named Cael
who dreams of Copenhagen and draws demonic flamingo.
his spine is curled the wrong way from countless years of binding.
I let a cloud into the house,
One early autumn night,
The room was dim and grey---
Moonlight seemed to fight,
Its way through, but then was tired.
It breathed upon the ceiling,
These eyes are the windows to my soul.
Look into them and tell me what you see.
Happiness, fear
Sorrow and tears...
She was thinking about windows
The window in Mr. McClellan’s bedroom that Tom had shattered playing catch
With those older boys down the street.
The windows in her own house
That could use a good scrubbing.
My heads hangs out of the picture frame
As my eyes look up into a bright abyss.
They say that you live in the clouds watching over life.
I am alive in my room
Where there are two windows
One right, one left
The right one is painted white, layered with curtains of daffodils
The left window is clean and clear, framed in black porcelain
We believe we are free
But we are actually locked in
Windows show us the outside world
to make us feel like we are there
We are really trapped
For the first time, the windows open
Staring at the strange lights surrounding
Afraid of the big bright world
