Sitting by the window.
Staring outside, yet seeing myself -
How my eyes fill with tears.
I touch my cheek, but it's dry.
So I notice the rain.

Listening to silence.
Singing, yet making no sound.
It's just a game, why not play?
I touch the glass - it is cold.
But I don't shiver.

Thinking of morning.
Breathing, yet not waking up,
Balancing on the edge of a dream.
I touch the mist on the glass
And see it dissolve.