window shopping.
I am .. standing behind the window.. i dont know which side is better but on one side i have, safety and comfort but on the other side there is another side; a whole new world to be frank.
Sometimes i sit, sometimes i stand..but i always see the same people almost at the same times. Sometimes walking, sometimes cycling and even sometimes driving.
I tried cycling behind this window, the space was too small; I tried walking behind this window, the places i go keep ending up with the same walls; I tried driving behind this window, the cop keeps pulling me over for taking too much space.
I dont know how people get on the other side of the window, but i will one day know.
I dont know how i see the same kid passing by, and sometimes be in a different shirt.
I feel that maybe i should ask my way out but i dont know how, all this time behind the window have made me fragile..
I am frustrated but cant complain cause i chose to be behind this window and eventhough there are riots and cars getting stolen.. there are people who smile on the other side of the window.
