I'm sitting on the edge of the window
Everything seems so warm and cozy
A soft blanket is wrapped around me
And I feel kinda lazy...

My hot chocolate is brewing in my favourite cup and the words of the book, I'm holding, are creating pictures of happiness and luck

But on the other side of the milky glass, it's so different and I'm trying to get this warm feeling inside of me to hold, but the rain is crashing on the roof and suddenly I'm feeling so cold

The outside of the window is coated with fog and a few raindrops are still hanging on the window lock

It seems like two different realitys, but also similar and fiting, like one duality

PS:
Gedichte sind nicht wirklich meine Stärke, aber trotzdem hoffe ich, dass es ok geworden ist:)