i open the window to catch glimpse

of the sun melting into archangels

of fancy architecture hanging down

the vivid skyline in the city center

the residual fragrance of dusty vanilla

from old bookstores hovers in the air

while the windows of cafes and bistros

seem to be all fogged up from the inside

i open the window to drown in sunlight

and to drink the sunsets sprawling effortlessly

on the pages of rolling history

while Paris lounges in the fringes of my vision

oh while,

while you're stuck in a dingy hotel room

in the drunken arms of New York city,

probably exhaling smoke rings amidst the darkness

and drinking in tears along with the liqour

oh while -

- while you keep riding lustrous elevators

only to reach the middle of nowhere

cobbled with a network of highways

and night bars crying synonyms of melancholia

i close the window, only to turn around

and to push it wide open once again,

oh only to see nothing there but borders

that are way too far apart for us to cross

a little way too far apart..

Author's Note