I raise the blinds over this square of glass, sunlight comes pouring through, on the other side is the outside, here it is dark, this is inside.

I remember those sad eyes that said, watch your eyes in my eyes in your eyes, reflecting and sending silences. Perhaps this was why I couldn't distinguish what was inside and what was outside.

The curtain fell, the play was finished, silently we erased the travel routes on old maps of memory, etched inside. This is just my solitude standing, at these windows, remembering you, you who are now outside,

Of me, Completely.

2002:09:04 20:00 Atlanta Written to songs of Dar Williams.

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