Saturday, October 3, 2009

Dear Window

You're what preventing me from speaking, from listening, from laughing. If you've never noticed then notice it now. I've always been trapped by you. You're made up of a thin layer of glass, protected by a thick shell of my self-consciousness.
I'm repetitive, unpoetic, blind, inept
and i'm never in the moment of heres and nows
im always lost in what could have been and these horrible things
such horrible things


Sincerely,
me