Coc - Close,Open and Close

A storm breaks the window of the things that are unseen. A gush of wind blew into the open pane, a moment to think if it’s a blessing or a pain. Then cold hydrogen and oxygen sprinkled and touch my irritated skin, thinking of how this would bring a change to my everyday living.   The broken pieces were shattered on the floor where my soul rest, then a blood spill from within. I can’t imagine, I can’t explain, I can’t even spit a word to describe this pain.   A sight from the inside with bloodshot eyes, I’ve noticed this place for quite a while. A place where broken pieces of mine lived and stored for the longest time.   The smell of it one can understand, rotten feelings don’t differ from sins that we have done.   I try to shut the open pane with my might, hoping for the sun to rise so it can be sight. Scars from the pieces in my hand, I try not to mind. Yet as I push myself further to shut it, I notice blood still spilling from the inside. I may not totally shut it, but I can if I want to.   Close from the start, ‘twas open from the inside, yet I still, will and do to close it beyond the hurt I have from the inside and praying to forget the storm that once break the window of the inside.