Is is fear or apathy Resting on my face?

A window with no one behind it- Melancholy fervour;

Some undreamed reality cascades Before our eyes, glowing an empty colour,

Hi, S.P Sacker here. Since this is my first post I have decided to say a little about myself.

Dust in the sunlight, The soft glow of snowflakes ablaze as the flare, Browned leaves drunken on youthful summer, Blossoms suspended in the air. Source: s-p-sacker.medium.com