Beyond

I lived in a small room – it had a window that had not been opened in a very long time. I almost forgot about it.

I lived within the confinement of solitariness – my words were trapped in my own prison. I rarely revealed my thoughts to anyone.

One day I noticed a thin beam of light falling on the carpet and I saw the window. I looked up – saw the wooden frames, firmly shut. The rusts cringed as I tried to open it – but as soon as I did it a lot of freshness stormed into my room. I realized what I had missed. A train of my thoughts took my past the shabby neighbourhood, the dark alleyways and the crazy life of the city.

I moved on - floating on astonishment, waving to a world I didn’t think exist anymore. Thank you Prose for opening my world to endless possibilities, showing me the unfathomable depth – all it takes a window, a little push to open our mind and you did just that.