Here I stand transparent and tall lacking a true focal point.

Yet barring my emotions that still exsit underneath the latch I once lost.

I feel in the emptiness with a handful of tears as onlookers surround me.

They are unaware that my home is the escape to ones own paradise

I'm inside looking out unafraid because I'm protected by a screen and four pale objects

And as the sun decreases its glare begins to show thorught my pane.

Window Pain.