by night, when the colours of life itself vanish
my window experiences metamorphose
it changes, when the sun sets and the shadows grow long
and with it I change, unpreventably
I turn inside and cut myself from the world
I isolate, and lose myself in the depth of my thoughts
because what was a window at night
turned into a mirror
the exterior is invisible, beyond my eyes
and I only see myself, see my flaws, see my pride
there is no escape, when the outside is dark
the further I go, the closer I come
every road has the same direction
it is then, when I curse my window
that holy access to the world
because whenever I tried to look through it
I saw not the outside, but myself through the window
a window that became the door to my world
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SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
