On the Other Side of My Window

On the other side of my window the world is sunny and still. Cars line parking lots with no hint of their owners. A lone girl walks briskly by ignorant that her crazy counterpart views her from the nearby window of an insany asylum. The world looks so quiet outside my window as if it has indeed stopped turning for me while i'm locked up in here. A lady in a wheelchair wheels by. We both are prisoners but at least she can feel the sun on her face, but at least my prison sentence must end before hers.