right now i’m feeling like a window.
look, out. that window outside your window.
at times like this, i wish i could be with someone i love; knowing that this person will never leave and that time changes, but moments *as such last forever. fuckin’ cliche.
*i see a girl with soft brown hair sitting by a window.
gloomy. misty. forlorn. such lighting makes her look cold and pale, but imagine a steady camera panning 5 centimeters to your right –
you see a shoulder.
you see a shoulder, and a message saying :
this is a stranger. this stranger is your imaginary friend. an imaginary friend, is yours forever.
i look at myself, but there is no mirror. i can’t see myself and that scares the shit outta me. i’m amazing, i don’t know how i do it.
now look at a window close to you. what do you see. do you see me?