burnunit | don't mind me, just struggling to unstick writers blokc (Reply)

sit in my brown room imagine windows where there are none, windows where just now there's just a wall and slices of green lozenges of green discs of green in the corners of the windows rolling hills and orange light aobve a green beyond this sweater beyond the munane textiles a green of afternoon a green of tropics and summer thick grass laying down clustered tufts upon clustered tufts green in the corners but I open my eyes and it's brown again and windowless. Grab me out of the car in the cold air help drag me to your mailbox help me fmble for keys first no not the keys godddammit shes not letting you in it's not eventhe right house not anymore because they've changed the windows I hear a baby crying no I dream a baby crying because I'm asleep now momentarily asleep at the edge of the wide world revealed in my hidden secret windows the great wide wrld and the waking watchful eyes of loud men at play loud shouts and much grabbing o f each other's arms, strength grave and terrible strength i grasp at it grab it I need to be among them, I need to follow the shouts and gestures because it's warm out there goddammit, warm! fingers on the sill now this slippery sandhill is getting substance, gathering my wits about it now and cementing in my grip