When I look out my window, I see concrete and cars with overgrown vines,
they all need some attention.
I see a granny flat with junk in it, where no one lives.
The neighbour’s garden, water tanks, and palm trees,
A tropical city space amongst the urban life where I live.
I stare outside and the sun is hurting my eyes through my pane of glass,
The sun is very bright to me.
Blinding bright light, I stay inside with my blinds shut.
My room is my inner sanctuary where all my interests are held.
When I venture out to walk with my Nanna, it brings a somewhat calming,
Out wandering from park to park.
The parks have swings and climbing equipment,
There is also a stray cat. A cat that we like to call Snub.
At dusk, we walk from the park to the local 7-11, treated to a steaming hot chocolate.
The cold night’s breath, sipping on my warm drink,
I slowly breathe out,