Window to the World - another Jooleebean production Window - 1. An opening in the wall or roof of a building so that light may pass and people can see in and out.
Windows are our eyes to the world. They help us see what we don't, say what we don't and feel what we don't. Not many of us can take the time to stop by a window and look in( or out) and take a moment to appreciate how others look and feel. It might be enlightening or depressing, beautiful or unsightly, evoking or provoking, offensive or welcomed. It all depends on what you see.
Window to the World is a Jooleebean Production that aims to evoke feelings amongst the 'pausers', souls who stop to see what's in these windows. This delicate collection of fragile pictures capture what is human eye cannot see, but what the human heart can feel : Stories of love, hate, courage, fear, pain, joy, anger, happiness, sorrow, relief, tears and laughs, and so much more you can imagine. These stories aim to stimulate you, the pauser, and give you an insight to these people and the lives they lead.
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written at 12:47 PM
Letting go.
When I open my eyes and look to the skies I can see the clouds rolling by Orange and pink, they settle and sink As the thought of you crosses my mind
I rode on my bike, and pedaled that night Passing person by person, light by light. And she put her hand ‘round you, I found it hard to Stand, it felt like eternity.
And yea, I know you’re not mine And I know I’m not yours But to see her touch you And see you two so close I cannot stand When she’s holding your hand And she never lets you go
She comes up to me, with absolute glee Like she didn’t do anything wrong She talks with no end, as if I’m her friend And doesn’t realize how much I love you
I can tell that she flirts, with the sky and the dirt And every other boy in between But what can I say? “Yea, I’m okay.” How much longer do I have to lie?
Because I know you’re not mine And I know I’m not yours But to see her touch you And see you two so close I cannot stand When she’s holding your hand And she never lets you go.
You probably don’t know how I feel about you But I don’t mind, as long as I find A way to see you everyday I’ll be okay. (At least if)
You are not mine And I am not yours When I see her touch you And see you two so close I’ll be okay, cause I’ll Just turn away And pray That some day, She’ll let you go.
