windows

Parsa Razeghi, 2T8 MAM

It is 2:03 a.m.

The pale fluorescent haze

radiates, crawls, inches closer,

diffusing in my room.

My eyes hang, weighing heavily,

distracted by memories of today’s mistakes.

I shut my computer, 

breaking the piercing white being emitted:

A familiar nocturnal loneliness.

Solitude reminds me of my favourite scene.

Today, there are only 8 windows:

they tower over the block,

blinking back,

glowing with faint life –

sonder.

The Kingdom Suites stands 13 floors,

a beige facade with irregularly lit panes.

I wonder if anyone is counting mine –

a stranger?

In an enclosing vignette,

I analyze foreign lives:

idiosyncrasies,

stars and lamplight,

faint shadows dancing behind curtain screens.

A flame is extinguished,

yet just another window in the night –

dreams drift me away alas,

in oblivion,

in peace.

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