A World Outside Our Window
Life is more than where we sit
We sat on the windowsill and watched the clouds roll across the sky
and the trees swish in the breeze
and the people live wild and vibrant lives
We sat on the windowsill and wrote letters to Santa Clause,
and stories of faraway places
and songs that still managed to be out of tune
We sat on the windowsill and imagined what adventures awaited us
and which places we would go
and who we would fall in love with
We sat on the windowsill and felt the warm breeze blow across our cheeks
and the childhood slip away from our hearts
and the time leave our lungs
We sat on the windowsill and tasted the passing freedom of an easy life
and the sweetness of young love
and the bitter taste of heartache
We sat on the windowsill and heard the birds chirping happily,
and the kettle boil for afternoon tea
and the door closing behind the one person we thought would stay
We sat on the windowsill and lied about how many times we'd been kissed to seem cool
and about the grades we got to make mum and dad proud
and about the feelings we felt that we were not "supposed" to feel.
We sat on the windowsill and thought about all the things we could never see
and about all the memories we'd eventually forget
and about all the lives we could have lived but didn't get to
But life was not on that windowsill.
Life was outside
and inside
and all around
and through
The world outside the window was more than what we could watch
or write about
or imagine
or feel
or taste
or hear
or lie about
or think about
It was everything, but we would never know it if we stayed on that windowsill.
About the Creator
Scott Bradbrook
Hi! My name is Scott and I'm an author, editor and copywriter. When I'm not adding to my never-ending TBR pile, I'm either salsa dancing, forgetting a great story idea, or writing my next book. I hope you like my short stories and poems! :)
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