Windows of remorse and regrets reflect our feelings, emotions
and thoughts that we've so thoughtlessly chosen to hide away
in depths of our beings.
What is the exact reasoning for our doing so, does anyone
really know, seeing, looking through these interior windows
of reflection in silence can bring forth feelings of loss.
Loneliness, abandonment, sorrow and sadness also become
reflections if we go in another direction, different interior
windows show us reflections of joy, love and caring.
How is it that we keep all these things in one finite being,
yet feel all these emotions, reeling sometimes and feeling
overwhelmed by them?
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