I stand on the balcony
Of an expensive hotel
polished glass
Made beds
Champagne sitting eagerly on the table.
I look out beyond the polished glass
into the concrete jungle.
I tell myself,
Polished glass
should never
be mistaken to be non-existent
For there is an absence of wind.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
I stand on the balcony
Of an expensive hotel
polished glass
Made beds
Champagne sitting eagerly on the table.
I look out beyond the polished glass
into the concrete jungle.
I tell myself,
Polished glass
should never
be mistaken to be non-existent
For there is an absence of wind.
Flowing air
