The World Outside…
From the window of my room I watch as the surrounding houses begin to glow; little photographs of light develop in the night & again I wonder why I’m doing this, wasting my existence observing at the expense of action…
Into the distance the sodium heather of suburban plains sprawl out forever, & to the East the city tries to reach ever further toward the sky:
this world to which we all belong does not belong to me; a comforting lie, a lullaby to soothe fears crowding behind these eyes that receive the light & gives it to a mind capable of doubting its own perception.
Tonight, I’m watching from the window of my room as my neighbours continue with their lives, wondering what they are doing, & if they could, or ever would want to understand mine…