Do you ever see cats sitting on the window
pane? Just watching the rain? Hearing
planes fly across the sky? Have you
seen people do the same? Looking out
the window wishing to fly like birds
without a care in the world. Much pain
resides inside broken bodies. Sorrow
lives behind lost eyes looking for a new
tomorrow. Rain slides down aged glass
just as teardrops fall from above.
All we need is love, but we need to love
ourselves before all: before all our tears
fall and our eyes dry out. I know you
want to shout. Take a deep breath. Step
away from that window pane. Go out-
side and look from the outside looking
in. Wave to the reflection in the window
and live your dream. Fly away and live.
There is so much love for you to give.