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.


  1. Comment by Mindy Haworth

    Mindy Haworth Oct 25, 2012 at 3:50 pm

    Brilliant! I love how you’re playing with different styles and genres. You. Are. Magnificent.

  2. Comment by howiff

    howiff Oct 25, 2012 at 11:47 pm

    when you stare out the window, can you hear that man cussing at the wasps?

    love you


    • Comment by Sophie

      Sophie Oct 26, 2012 at 12:00 pm

      No, but I did two guys standing on a roof. They were swearing, I can just tell.

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