Behind the grey curtain she looked outside,
Looking for any light through the window space;
It’s so dark inside,
And she found so was it outside.
Behind the opened small window she stood,
Trying to find out the air she used to breathe in,
Though the strange air she felt.
Behind the door she sat in silence,
Keeping her eyes looking around;
Neither known air nor light she found.
“You’re inside the box,”
The heart and mind of hers figured it out.

–kacabiru–