perspective
A dark room. I lie alone.
Non-existent until this moment.
Darkness blinds my open eyes.
To me, my world is what I see.
I flip over. I turn around.
A ray of light comes in sight.
I'm blind to the darkness around me.
To me, my world is what I see.
I drag my knees across the floor.
In want of getting closer.
A square window, a patch of clouds.
To me, my world is what I see.
I stand up to look through it.
A sky, a field, a house, trees.
A new picture etched in my memory.
To me, my world is what I see.
Tall enough to climb through
A portal to a different reality
Always present yet new to me
To me, my world is what I see.
One planet. Many worlds.
Their own windows and spheres.
One look through my square window
And you will see the world I see.
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