To you, maybe
it means...

...

A blockage you say,
Try another...

The sky shows off
a colourful bridge for me to walk across in hope...

I look out of my window...
with anemic eyes everything below and above me...

Absorbing
words through my eyes...

Blood around the moon
during witching hour...

There you are, for all to see...
An intriguing picture...

I hear the tapping of the rain on my window...
my mind drifting as each rain drop plays a...

Encompassed feelings bubble away, vicously...
Finally, I'm faced with the reflection that has...

Like sun rays...
through detailed stain glass windows...

Once the cradle falls, its your
niche in life... that separates...