How is it that I stare all day through these windows?
From dusk til dawn,
day after day?
But yet I do not see those around me stare back at me.
If I would call out to you would you not hear me?
Silence
Now listen
listen really hard...
But then again, I am only whispering.
Why do I whisper if I want you to hear me?
And even if I did whisper, who would listen to me anyway?
Looking is seeing, but what is it that you see?
Some poor broken soul staring out a window?
I scream out loud,
then again even louder,
Maybe I should open the window!
And then maybe people will hear me...the voice unknown.
