February 9, 2016

windows




you cannot walk by a window you have stopped at before
without pausing in the hallway
full of shadows and snow drifts.

in my own heart i see the glass, and i realize what i am to be.

because it's nice to think of mirrors.
nice to watch the light peep out from my joints and fingertips.
pleasant to think that i should be the image seen, 
even veiled.

but i think that i should like to be a window better.

one that you stopped at every time you passed.
one that you pressed your freckled nose up against.
one that opened up to the heart of God
green countries 
full of trees and blackbirds
that refuse to stop singing

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22 comments:

  1. ahh pretty times. I want to be a window when I grow up (although it'd be quite fun now too!)

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  2. gorgeous photos and lovely writing xx

    i agree with arielle^^ i would want to be a window too.

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  3. Oh so beautiful, as always! 'but i think that i should like to be a window better.... one that opened up to the heart of God, green countries, full of trees and blackbirds, that refuse to stop singing' perfection. I may have to draw it <3

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  4. This is so beautiful :) I especially like the first picture.

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    1. thank you! it brings back good memories. <3

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  5. your photos and writing inspire me so much wow

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  6. This is such a beautiful concept. I wanna be a window now. <3

    p.s. i love your photos.

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  7. so i screamed really hard. like really really hard. not out loud, but i sure felt like it. and i might have read this over a million times.

    and i might miss you a whole lot.

    come see me soon or i'll die of a lonely heart.

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    1. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh.
      <3
      coming soon.

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be kind.

xx