She stayed by the window for hours
Perhaps she had nothing else to do
Maybe she only wanted to stay there
to look .. Look up at the sky.. look at the clouds...
The clouds look nice..But they keep hiding the sun

Perhaps she's waiting...Waiting for the night to come
To dream with the stars and the whitness of the moon
To dream..to wish impossible things..

Perhaps she likes being there...
perhaps she likes watching the clouds..
she can feel the cold air passing through the cracks
of the wooden borders of the window

Perhaps she doesn't even know if she likes it or not..
perhaps she reached a point where she keeps
wondering..thinking..doubting of everything..

Yet she actually feels quite happy with her life..
she doesn't want more..she doesn't need more..
Perhaps it is a period she is going through..
who really knows what she feels...