I sit here looking at how the past repeats itself with memories printed on the walls like a blueprint. Each wall of each room has memories of happiness and sadness. If only I could have the memory. Instead, I live it over and over. When I distract myself and look away and look back, there’s …
Tag: Puerto Rico
Every night, the moon visits me
At my window, shining like a light bulb in my room.
The View through My Apartment Window
I like the view from my window. You can see pretty trees and the sun’s rays through the branches. You can hear the birds singing as they sit on the branches. It’s nice to see the nests that they build for their babies. I can also see the kids playing and walking their dogs and my neighbors jogging and working out.