this is the outside looking in
you approach the door of the abandoned warehouse
cracked asphalt, piles of refuse all around
the smell of stale axle grease
you peer into the darkness of a filthy window
sweat forms on the back of your neck as the sun beats down
you see your reflection
time stands still
you long for something, anything
anything to remind you of what it is like
to feel, to want, to experience--to be
even if only for a moment
you pull the rusty warehouse door
it drags, it creaks, it opens
you step inside, and turn
facing the bright, filthy window
this is the inside looking out
Posted: April 17, 2026, 1:10 am