How long has it been…
since I have swallowed my pride…
to look out from the inside.
My own reflection?
Is it true?
Subdue, subdue, subdued.
There are new, old pieces of me I cannot fit together.
No matter the crevice.
No matter the wanting of…somehow, somehow.
Simpler to be always good?
Simpler to be sometimes bad?
Moments lost, moments gained.
A mere shattered piece of glass.
Abandoned buildings…no questions asked.
There is no acquittal.
Though the deserted lands have been falsely accused.
What bias have the builders used?
I suppose we see ourselves differently than these windows see.
Wholesale, retail, ambivalent, entities.
I have been fighting 49, as the years spread out.
Like a jilted structure.
Discarded to a forgotten town.
Left to age…historically…on my own.