opening a window is like something that you didn’t know you needed until you do
open the curtains and face the cold grey April sky
fumble with the catch
and shove open the window
breathe in air
and raindrops – splatter across my face
fresh air
knowing there is an alive world –
beating underneath surfaces
that i am a part of it – it – this world
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