What She Sees

a short free-write I did not too long ago

    she peered out the window into darkness. i could tell she was trying to see something - something that i had no idea if it was there or not. sometimes i felt like she did this a lot. she’d look at nothing and try to see something, try to make things, objects, and people out of complete and utter nothingness. i loved that about her. she could look at a night sky and see a sunset. she could paint stars on the walls with her mind. she could stare out the window and see a man waving hello. and what i loved most is that she always played along. i’m not sure if she knew if it was real or not, if she could tell her imagination from reality. all i know is she’d always wave back. i’ve come to learn about myself that i like that in people; the ability to escape reality, to make new ones. to create worlds out of dust. 

Author's Note

Everything is purposely lower-case.