sometimes i like to look out of the window
when i have no sight
my glasses on the sill
nothing is clear
lights blur and pulse
circles of colour
it is quiet
a world not fully made
like i’ve followed the mice through the door
an unfinished reality
i stare at the city beneath me
and at nothing at all
cars now little moving blobs
traffic lights frozen green
twinkling in the distance
blurred train filled with yellow light
snaking up lazily at quarter past three
there could be anything else on the tracks
and i wouldn’t know at all
aren’t things much simpler?
when the eyes only recognise
faded glows
7.12.22
About the Creator
jessica moonan davies
in a world of my own🐇
20.
obsessed with alice in wonderland, remus lupin, space, and anything mythical or gothic
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