Ever wonder what universe lay behind shut windows What unfathomed events of life kept silenced behind Lives, oh so different than the one of thy and mine Unknown, forgotten, private, secluded Oh God knows!
Window like mine made to see thru, but from within By life un-participating passive faceless secret witness Unnamed Ghost of another age, feats and business Self imprisoned lost soul by window panes so thin
Ever wonder what universe lay behind shut windows Dust gathering memories, souvenirs and trinkets Empty rooms by sun rays avoid dark, calm and quiet Filled with yesterdays, today sleeping and no tomorrows
I truly didn't want to take this too literally - but I read it and took it literally. This is not an insult to your writing because it's great - it painted a picture of, let's say, a teenager named John. As John was walking past a house on Seymour Avenue, somewhere in Cleveland, Ohio - he glanced at a house. He looked up at the house and saw the shut windows. He didn't make a big deal out of it because all houses tend to have windows - some open, some shut. He continued to walk on by, not knowing that there were 3 young women trapped inside being abused in a countless number of ways.
Windows left unopened imprison the soul and leash onto us such darkness
Allowing the heart to cover and sleep in the lost moment of never being found
we are left to wonder how to open that window
only strong hands can do that before its too late and we are left living in our falseness
lost and lost
love your writes they evoke much thought and wisdom
We never sit and think about what happens to people behind closed doors or shut windows. We live our lives on the outside of those windows so we don't concern ourselves with what happens on the inside. Very well spoken!
sometimes we just lock ourselves away...sit behind that window watching life pass by...we see it, wish we were in it...part of it...but heartbreak and pain cause us to shut the door and stay in that room, looking out....
I truly didn't want to take this too literally - but I read it and took it literally. This is not an insult to your writing because it's great - it painted a picture of, let's say, a teenager named John. As John was walking past a house on Seymour Avenue, somewhere in Cleveland, Ohio - he glanced at a house. He looked up at the house and saw the shut windows. He didn't make a big deal out of it because all houses tend to have windows - some open, some shut. He continued to walk on by, not knowing that there were 3 young women trapped inside being abused in a countless number of ways.
Been writing 1967 photographer since 1969 been a small time journalist , a camera salesmans graduated in Classical Studies , archeology and religion history unfinished a master in Ethnolinguistic on M.. more..