An open empty black bag on the floor. Will leaving this place make me feel better in any way?
Lights are peaking in through the holes. I lean in to see them shyly adding colour from far away to the bleak street.
Wind is fighting with the curtain and pushing it as far as possible from the window. Could it be jealous of the curtain being this close to the window? When wind is a part of the window, more than half of it actually.
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