Looking At Life Being Lived
But never experiencing it myself
I live in a bubble!
Why? Because I was born with every allergy under the sun. Allergic to sunlight, allergic to dust, allergic to pollen, allergic to carbon dioxide — well you get the gist.
So, I spend my days in my sterile bedroom and I’m never more thankful than I am to have a large picture window.
Through this window I get to watch life being lived, although I never get to experience myself.
I watch my little brother kick the ball, my neighbour prune her roses, a pretty little girl walk her dog.
I live vicariously through others.
I was challenged by Jessica's Quill (Medium Writer) to write a drabble of the word 'window'.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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