There are six squares
On my window, through
Which I witness the world.

Sometimes they are fogged
Or frosted, occasionally they
Weep from inside, and out.

I can see fear and grief,
Anxiety and loneliness,
The hurt of love and anger.

No matter how often I try
To wipe it all away, it is futile,
I end up drawing the curtains.

Light into darkness, sound into
Silence, memories into reality,
Nocturnal thoughts propagate!