All I see when I look out of my window
is glowing coals and black skies
I taste the smokey bitterness so sweetly
All I hear when I listen out of my window
is the city killing the struggling song of silence
I feel the sharp air, dark, deep, refreshing
All I smell out of my window
is longing, wanting, is wonder
And I think to my self that
a window can make a great escape.
Yazeed felt a lot and needed a way to get it out. So he wrote. Wrote what he felt in a moment or what he felt deep inside. He is 30 years of age and resides in Cape Town, South Africa.