A kid sits observing the world
through the window. The dark world. His eyes only.
The crisp refreshing wind exhausts his lungs as the sun gets
ready to ascend.
But is he ready? The darkness welcomes him; his eyes hang
low as the dawn progresses.
He sits alone, sounds filling his ears. His dreams condemn
him to hope, as lost stars watch over
his every breath. Is he alive? Questioning human emotions and distances we all
travel. But he believes no one’s traveled as far as him. It’s only when you do something
about this urge that makes it important. They define expectations, but whats
wrong with defying them? Feeling like he’s alone, he looks around trying to
escape his mind. But he’s the only one
that has those eyes. He’s different. How do I know the sunrise is real through
the windows?
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