Perched against a grey wall underneath an open window is where to find me whoever may be searching
Frogs croak outside the only light that can be seen comes from neighbors porch lights whoever may be looking
There's nothing to see this late sounds of passing planes echo through heavy clouds imagine being a passenger against a smaller window thousands of miles above mine
Experiencing the same view from a different perspective
The cool breeze and stale electric hums may appear insignificant but they refuse to go unnoticed to whoever may be searching