as i woke up from the warmness of my room
too many things are happaning so i decied to staire out my window
i sit on the bench near my window
while looking out i think of what has happened in my life
the moving, the loss and random things
when i look into the coluds pictures and shapes form
i see bunnys i see a girl i see squiggles and much more
then i clear my mind from everything
i think of nothing
as i sit on my window cill
Looking out side (On My Window Cill)
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