Busy window

I sit by my window
and count the passersby
I pin them in my story
and hold them from passing by.
...
I sit by my window
and sip my morning wine
I think I hallucinate
when I see the same people ofttimes go by

there is nothing outside my window
other than ruins of the characters I built
but I sit by my window
for only I know they are alive.

Shringi
20 September 2010