I gaze on the                                I shut my eyes                            The Air cools me;
half yellow half                             Hands shield                              a contrast to the
black                                           my Ears weakly;                        warmth which
panels stacked                             I still hear the                             travels playfully
but separated                              Useless fights                             across my face
standing in the                             erupting due to                           before leaving
face of my                                   rampant emotion                        a smoke trail
bedroom window.                       on friday nights.                   out my window