Yesterday I sat at the window
And gazed at it all
Stared at the landscape
And scenic trees that moved
The wind that blows
Heavy falling snow
Falling snow
It's falling
I'm falling
Scattered and frozen
Over cold ground
Dirt and grass that I can't see
And I can't hear the still
On this side of the window
Now outside
I'm falling
I've fallen
I'm lost
Thrown into the wind
Landing heavy on branches
Sprinkled on like dust
White over the white that was
Blending into one
It's just static to the eyes
I am nothing to the eyes
Maybe you'll see me
From the window
Where you stand
And gaze


I could be okay
With just the right words
And a fluttering in my chest

Extravagant colored flowers
And they would obscure everything

If I could be okay
I wouldnot have to think
Or feel what is not there

And I could be okay

But the words never come
I'll never have the flutter
Or see extravagance
Thinking will not stop
And I'll always feel
And maybe it's not all there

Just paranoid.