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.