the world is lonely when kept behind glass,
caged within the solitude of my bedroom.
days begin accumulating,
all whilst I linger in front of the familiar windows
counting seconds as the days pass languidly, sedating me in a secluded 'paradise' of my own making.
Here, I am shielded from your shortfall and my own disappointment.  
Here, I know im not to win, for I am unwillingly, and constantly, losing.  
Still, I sit stationary watching as the leaves fall off the same trees they grew on a week ago.

my world is lonely.