Through my window I see a pane of glass separating me from reality
A thought of opening and letting another life form into my room, my headspace would circulate a panic
Though life outside my room scars me I still look out the window, I still dare to see the world in its true form
A window can separate you from anyone and everywhere
Outside my window there is many things… color , red, blue, green, violet
My favorite colors shine through the window in snow, rain and shine
I see ivy waving, dancing and weaving through the earth
Ivy is a weed
But yet it looks alluring
Ivy hides the beautiful,
The things that want to be kept a secret are kept
Most people look at the world with blurry vision
Like mist on a monday
You look through the window still half asleep
Outside my window I see garbage lying on the ground and floating in our polluted hudson river
I see garbage dancing and tanged in the air
I see old victorian houses
My pane of glass is the same pane of glass my house was built with
Many people have looked out my window
To see trees and the river
Trees swim in the wind
Swaying to the motion with the wind
