Yesterday I took this picture out my living room window. At first I thought the sun was pretty, but the more I looked I identified with it. Yes, I could even relate to a window.
The finger prints, the smudges, like looking in a dim mirror of myself. Bright spots, but things askew, strewn about. Foggy, messy, broken fence being propped up, barely standing. Signs that fun was once had, but no life in a while.
I tried to wipe the window with my sleeve to make it clearer, but it just got more foggy, more blurry. I couldn’t see.
In my mind I broke the window, just so the dimness would go away. When it broke the air rushed in, and I could breathe again.
Because the fact in fact
Whatever’s in front of me is covering my view
So I can’t see what I’m seeing in fact
I only see what I’m looking through
I had to break the window
It just had to be it was in my way
Better that I break the window Then forget what I had to say
-”Window”, Fiona Apple
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It's time to be rebellious and start breaking things. You are giving it all new meaning.
Steph
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Arianne Segerman Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 10:37 pm
I'd love to break some things with you.
Btw, would you believe I wrote this and *then* found the song? Crazy…
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I think I'll look at my dirty windows a new way now!
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This is fabulous! It's Beautiful!
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Cool!
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That is beautiful.
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Sometimes, all you CAN do is to break through.
Beautiful post.
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What a great post. Very powerful! Thanks for sharing.
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