I like both windows in my house
I walk back and forth deciding
where I will sit
looking outside

it will be the staircase
I am afraid
I think
halfway 
with my last breath

Blinds are what we all have
they might be open
and sometimes closed
but sooner or later 
they all get stuck

The evening sets in 
the lights are still not on inside

maybe no one is home
or just don't believe 

darkness taints
perception 

The bars that keep me in
are just symbolic
and I know that
it stands for me

If I lift you up
but only half of you

would you be graceful

or do you only work
up or down
as a whole

There is black and white
but is the white
not just standing between 
what is black
and grey
 

Just before you closed
I stepped back
for to get a glance
of your insight
into me

Even the blind
will get confused
of what they don't see

We all stand for something
behind something
and besides something

but those are not
standing there
the others
but mirrors
that don't reflect. 

I like to see where I can't reach
it gives me something 
that I don't want

A bridge to some other side
those are the ones I like to take

at least halfway