Double glazed prisons that suffocate us in Stopping air dainty pure saturating chakras and healing pores Skewed panes Isolate and whisper Lies keeping us inside to jeopardize All destiny Meant to thrive. Glass severing our connection to the quaint outside Leaving Nature, Our spirit guide, meekly to subside when seen through this lens of poisoned eyes.
Windows distort our view and act as a barrier to outside. I don't think seeing things through a window is the same as experiencing it up close, feeling the air and taking in the energy of outdoors.