What if

I looked down , sideways.

I could see a transparent room .

It was so empty, it was so silent that it shouted for a lost presence.

All I wanted to do was sit there.

There were leaves rustling outside.

I imagined myself writing and the sun setting, time passing and the sky turning into all beautiful colours .

But I would give up all those colours just to be a part of that room.

And when I finish writing , I would leave with my heart full.

So beautiful.

That room is gorgeous.

What if I could write.

I wish I could.