Where do a window's reflections begin and where do they end? It's hard to believe as many worlds exist out there as in here; they've all become so infinite. Like how this window is a barricade but also an aperture. A faded polaroid can't keep as many secrets as a window pane reveals. While some people feel stuck inside, I finally feel free. I can go anywhere I like and get lost if I want. Somehow I always find my way back.
"What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny little part of it at any given instant." - David Foster Wallace