Windows
Sometimes life feels like a dark room with no windows or doors. It feels like there is no way out and I canāt see that Iām in the middle of a simple riddle.
First I found a mirror and was forced to see the miserable mess Iāve become. I saw myself and I hated the darkness there. I found myself in that miserable fucking room with no way out and I only hated myself more for choosing the path that led me there.Ā
I could hardly hear everyone over my screamsĀ ājust leaveā they would say, and I would tell themĀ āNo! You couldnāt possibly understand.ā How could they understand? I had built my own prison, locked myself in there, and swallowed that fucking key.Ā
But I finally got up the courage to stare into the mirror long enough to see. See everything that was so hard to see. See the dark parts of myself and start to believe, that those parts are beautiful too, and those parts are also me.Ā
That mirror started to morph and I started to understand that we all have dark rooms with mirrors and no way out, but those arenāt mirrors at all.Ā
That mirror was always a window.
And I was the light that needed to be let in.
The way out was always in.
P.S. Windows and insulation is being installed in the stream bean next; along with appliances. Always moving forward. Always at my own pace.















