Windows

Okay…

I may be obsessed. A bit. A large one… but windows are such huge metaphor of everything. Of life, being, love, surfaces…

They are stories about this what is in and out. scary and frightening, but also balancing everything nicely.

Stories about those watching and those who wanna stay in silence, hidden behind curtains. And why we should let them stay there, not push them out.

About forgotten ones, and those who just decided to be wiped out from this world. About sacrum and profanum. This what is saint and what is a sin… and what is still undecided. What us in this weird in between…

About life… living, friendship and fun, love and caring, but also…

… loneliness… reflecting others, pretending to be others, when your own life is too scary to reflect it, this pain on your face. Because you so not want to make others sad. Your sadness is enough… enough…

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