I have a window in my mind
An invisible window

Everytime it opens
I can see the world
from the inside

Twisted
Broken
Older than the world itself

A window
still trying to heal
to restore the seal

Scattering the pieces
of all the weathered memories
from the past and the present
trapped at the edge
of eternity

Creating illusions
wicked delusions

Whispering voices
floating in an empty space
without a trace

A promise
of hapiness

A hope
that the next time
the window opens
something has changed