The view from my window...

I see the world from my window. The world I want to be in. The wide open grasslands make me long for a world where I don't have to see faces, where I don't have to try to fit myself among others, 'cause there won't be anyone else apart from my solitary soul. I won't have to make sense in what I speak in that world 'cause all the time, the only person whom I would have to speak to would be myself. Of course, with God's blessings, there would be no dearth of music, or books or others things that would make my stay comfortable. Yes, I am selfish in my vision. Yes, I am a misanthrope. But I have a vision. And I see it so clearly through my window. I feel one with emptiness. And everyone stays out of my dreams.