an ode to my window. -by maria t.

ooooh

before i leave,

i want to thank you,

for the times that you caught me,

oh, window.

for the times i stared

for what i missed,

to whom i did not talk to,

and called later, back.

because you kept me busy.

oh, window.

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6 responses to “an ode to my window. -by maria t.

  1. How do you feel about change?

  2. i’ve realized that it’s not as bad as i thought, after all.

  3. but… it hasn’t happened yet!

  4. the process.. has started.

  5. i think were alone now, u and me?

  6. oh yes, morfeas!

    (singing passionately, while weeping)
    i’m heeeeere withoooout you babyyyy
    buuut you’re still on my looooonely miiiind
    i think abooout you babyyyy
    and i dreaaaam about you aaall the tiiiiime

    aren’t we always alone, really, dear morfeas?
    (oooooohhhhh, the drama!)

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