I still remember my first window
the view when I looked out

it was not much
but looking back 

I wish I could do that now
from the other side

A part of me stares at me
in a mirror
but I don’t see
the problem
the other half
till I do
realize

Do we ever change our head
and what moves inside

What side of the double stairs
going up
do I take

when I am not closer
to the answer

I am curious
for what to see in the window
furthest from me

that’s why I always look 
through new windows 
for me

because
it might be the one
furthest away 
from me

There is a little house
attached to yours
where you live
close to you
where you can
fly away
when your small 
and grow wings

I sit here now
listening
to me 
from yesterday

when I realized
the best path
is the one I walked
the day before
yesterday 

I don’t know 
how I arrived 
here

Listen to the call of some 
doors are not meant to be opened

try to listen unlocked
to be drawn 
closer 
a movement
a harmony wills 
closes 
your eyes 
in awe

Even a plain white brick wall
can be interesting
a source of contemplation
and an inspiration

there are no rules
besides the one we make ourselves 

I don't stand in your way
but please 
let me look

You portray me so dark 
is what she said to me

I replied
that it was just the light