I love windows.
I wish I could wake up next to my childhood bedroom window again.
I wish I could sit beside it and smoke cigarettes like the degenerate I am.
I love windows.
I love the possibility behind each one.
I love the snow on the windowsill, I still open them, let that ice cold gust of air blow it in.
I love the sound of rain against the glass, the smell of dewy grass.
I love the sun peaking through the tree right beside my bubble, I love windows.
I love possibilities behind protection.
I love romanticized everything.
I love the smell of my mom smoking; I love the sound of her on the phone with the whistle of trees in the background.
I love the chatter by my apartment window, people walking with loved ones to the coffee shop next door.
I love streetlights flickering and the random smell of weed, warm wind, cold, I love finally breathing fresh air.
I love windows
I love possibilities
I miss my old window
I'm learning to love my new window
I miss the sun and the cold
I'm learning to love both
I love all the windows that have seen me grow
I love romanticizing them
whether I smoke there
listen to music
read
or just watch
that's enough
I just love windows.
