Author's note: What WAS I thinking when I wrote this? An attempt at parallels, I suppose. It sounds cool, at any rate.


There has always been a window in my bedroom

Different sizes

Glass raindrops run down the wind-slicked pane

Different shapes

Breath forms instant clouds that melt away

Different views

Red orb falls beneath the darkened line

Different room

Deep piles of bright colored nothing

Different me

Reflection turned distorted with time

But it's the same window