The Apartment

This room was my favorite, out of the many rooms i've loved, before and since. The walls constructed entirely out of windows, those windows surrounded entirely by trees. The sun would shine and since a great time had come to pass since the house itself had been built, the windows would stick themselves open or shut and allow the wind to pass through. and i'd sit alone, drinking wine, with the little black notebook i'd been given by my former...lover. and i'd write love letters to all the people i'd ever known.