When I look out the window,
embraced by the soft light of a grey sky
It's heaviness lifted by the release of morning
I dare to rest my shaky palms against the window once more
Where I leave two prints
Clear enough to see, blurred enough to feel like the memories of a long gone night
I now allow myself to close my eyes
without being scared to be haunted
By a surreality of images that fit right into a window frame
