perched

i’ll admit, perched on a window sill obscured from your view is my favorite place to be. hidden behind trees from the planet earth like the devils of the earth might just miss torturing me. i’m dangling my feet mid air in clouds while I rest my head against transparent walls and no, they’re not closing in on my world. living a life on a planet that isn’t a war zone. CO3 doesn’t float in these bubble of bliss; they might even say i’m living a life of lavish; but it’s one of simplicity and it doesn’t get any better than this. it doesn’t include the dimes and pointless chimes of the world below; like yes i can hear you yelling from down there, no i’m not letting it show. a perfect view of the stars from where i’m perched.