Window Peeking
You might see my perception of both reality and fiction
As fluctuating and dark and jaded
To extent you are right
It easier to call shots and color in judgement
When you are not dealing with opposition
I too have looked in windows passing by situations
I too have uttered unasked advice and sighed in frustration
My solution was not taken not even heard
I know whatever it is I am going through
The answer, the period that closes down the sentence
That all lay in me
It’s my Hell, my journey
If I whine and cry and spit fire
All of that goes under venting so just listen be supportive
Don’t spin your wheels trying to correct or solve my problem
I am doing enough of that for all