the world plays on a projector reel
scenes unfold outside my aching body
i am stuck behind this glass pane
watching life move like a museum exhibit
some days the colors blur too bright
other days they fade into gray silence
people’s faces bloom and wilt again
and i can only sit still and witness
my limbs feel too heavy to belong
my chest an echo of distant laughter
each breath a reminder of this wall
spun from time and a restless fog
yet even here i sift for light traces
in this diorama painted with fragility
i build a sanctuary from slow hours
knowing stillness too can learn to breathe