I am separated from the outside by this window. This blurry window.

The window is stained by cloud’s tears and months of grime.

The window has been left neglected.

I assumed the cleaner would have thought to clean it regularly.

I didn’t realise I hadn’t paid the cleaner for months now.

I noticed his absence only when I saw this blurry window.

It doesn’t let me see the world outside very well.

The world looks distorted from the inside. I can only see shapes and colours.

My mind is blurry too. Maybe it’s also been stained by (my mind’s) tears and grimy thoughts.

My mind was left neglected. I waited for the cleaner to clean.

I forgot I was the cleaner. Maybe I was on strike because of no pay.

I thought my therapist was the cleaner. But she turned out to be the wiper.

I had to use the wiper to clean my mind. I was the cleaner.

I have to clean the window of my mind. This blurry window.