windows

DESTRUCTION  Write about a form of destruction, whether it be physical, psychological, or otherwise.

Sometimes he looks at a window and he sees the reflection of beauty. It’s a beauty in this world that’s rare and it makes him sad, because he isn’t that beauty and he doesn’t have that beauty and he doesn’t know that beauty. It distracts him from what he must do and where he must be - and yes, it’s beautiful - but he isn’t sure what about it makes it so beautiful, because beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say, and he isn’t sure that he even trusts his own eyes sometimes, because they deceive so often, and maybe beauty isn’t beauty, but a reflection of what he wants and what he desires and what he craves; and that’s why he is so mad - that’s why he gets so angry, enough to kick the window, to shatter the beauty, because that image - that fleeting reflection in the window while he goes about his daily life, that one glance, is enough to make him want to burst out - and leave - and maybe then, only then, he can find that beauty.