The window

Oct 25, 2012

(Note from author Sophie: I wrote this after spending over half an hour staring out the window)

When I look out the window I don’t think.
I forget time and people.
I might bite my nail without thinking.
I stare into oblivion, looking but not seeing.
I wonder what would happen if I couldn’t let myself go like this.
I think I would miss the things most people miss.
I feel as if I could disappear into this world only I see.
Like the only thing pulling me back to reality is myself.
I want to join this place that seems so perfect.
I want to belong there, to happen there.
When I look into the window I forget.

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