Dear windows,

You’re everywhere,

Giving clear views of the outer world,

Giving new insight of where to go,

Providing a sense of the future,

The directions that I should take is oh-so clear,

Clearer than the glass,

Clear than the windows,

The windows that are there wherever I go,

But then again,

Showing my own reflection,

Faintly,

I could see my face if I shift ever-so-slightly,

My own reflection is staring back at me,

Waiting,

Waiting until I’m also clear just like you,

So I can also show people their path,

No more confusion,

No more indecisions,

I want to be clear just like you.

Hugs and kisses,

Doors.