Life from a window, I'm taking in the view... Life from a window, watching everything around you.


i don’t know what day it is, and i don’t know what day it was. all i know is today’s today and tomorrow’s tomorrow, and that’s fine enough for me. today i'm sitting on somebody's rooftop that reeks of sanctity, in ridiculous nude, mainly because it’s absent of it. all it’s got is me, copy of all of the somebody else’s that were born in the somewhere else’s we’ve never heard of. that’s the point of sitting on rooftops, isn’t it? we have built this holy place ourselves. are we really happy here?