WINDOWSILL

The man who sits in the windowsill and looks outside, let's out a sigh. He just gazes longing to set himself free, to fly to what he sees, to his dreams, to his what he wants his life, with his daughter and beyond what his job will be. A place to finally feel at home, a safe place a place of his own. He'd love to have him his daughter the love of his life, a wife, a blended family we created together That'd be the bonus. But he's got this family he's creating and he's more then greatful. Yet as he looks out that windowsill he is still longing for freedom, freedomto fly. So he just sighs, this sigh, he longs to be a bird, an eagle, to soar high, a wolf to walk the earth. He longs to become something more, for now he sits in the windowsill.