the guy outside my window

I saw
a post outside my window.
Far outside.
Through my screen, actually,
of an artist.

It was 3am
and all was black,
besides
the lit window
of
the artist.

I felt I knew this person,
who seemed so close to me.
Has lived the life
I've lived.

Black sky,
distant stars
illuminating,
something,
I'm not sure what.
Something.

But tonight,
I was there.
Creating.
As I looked up,
there was the lit window I've heard of.

It's not mine.
It's someone's.
Looking down
upon me.
With that same yellowish glow.

I am here.
Stuck.
Fighting my creative self
and yet
there She is

Watching
me with
her
glow.
Creative yellow glow.

I
Am
The
Artist
In the window.