Another frustrating morning leaves me with this considered observation.
Windows on the world – where you could once eat but watch planes crash into the floors below.
Windows to your soul – you too often keep colour-blind eyes closed, mentally drawing the corporeal blinds.
Windows in my living room – framed trees sway hypnotically in a light afternoon breeze.
Windows in my bathroom – frosted to give only a hint of the naked beauty parading behind.
Windows on my computer – another non-fatal crash, close the system down, again, you sway hypnotically, left naked in the vastness of a digitally world. Such potential but sadly not a 10.
I pick up my pen.
