• kansha_suru 10w

    Isn't it weird
    I can sit next to the window
    At noon, gazing the clouds
    Watching how wind strikes the trees
    How butterflies are playing with each other
    How green is the greenery
    How the sky is basked with sunlight
    How birds are soaring high in the sky
    Making me calm

    But the same window
    Haunts me at night
    All I can see is darkness and some leaves
    Hear the weird noises of insects
    I see my reflection on the window's mirror
    And feel like someone will come and take me away

    Isn't it weird?
    The same place where I saw a scintillating day changed into a eerie night.

    It's all about time.
    There's always light after a scary night.