Explaining my metafiction-Window Glasses

It's extremely embarrassing to explain my own works, but I believe my meta fiction is very unclear and opaqre. What would be the meaning of creative writing if I fail to communicate with the readers? So I think it would be better off to cite some sources to avoid plagiarism, and explain the intent of writing such a long, boring and chaotic story.

Here are someworks that helped me write my metafiction (or maybe works that I misused) :

<Books>

Roland Barthes, Mythologies

Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption

John Story, An Introductory Guide to CULTRAL THEORY and POPULAR CULTURE

<Poems>

Youkyuong Lee, Chain of Thoughts in a Rainy Day

<Songs>

Tablo, Home



<Poems>
I used the expression of "melting glasses" after reading my peer's sonnet. I thought it was my expression, but come to think of it, it was from my good friend's poem. So that would be an answer for Mr. Garrioch's question of "Is this story original?". Half from her and half from me. I used the expression, and tried to develop it into a story, which seems comparatively poorer than the work of my friend's.

This is the original text of her sonnet.Chain of Thoughts in a Rainy Day

The windows in the house are melting down

Around the curtains weaved with drops of rain,

Which blurs creations shown in trickling pane,

Dissolving everything that’s in the town.

The fact that rains are cold is clear and plain:

The heat is what makes nature dripping hot;

The cold should make events that heat makes not.

So how rain melts things, I cannot explain.

Maybe the god who looks upon us lot,

Found out the world in such polluted state

That he himself with holy water great,

Is melting dirty skins with coldness hot.

But I am in my house with steaming tea,

Which cannot even melt the throat in me.

<Songs>

The metaphor of house and loneliness is what I took from the song above. I thought the expressions used in the lyrics of Tablo was excellent, so I dared to use the metaphor. The part where he compares other's thoughts and expectations as piled newspapers and mails perceived to me as the punchline of the whole song. You can play it if you want to. It really is a good song.  

In overall, I tried to describe sadness and loneliness as the protagonist's home, and window as a part of the house and a potential passage outside as well. If the rain comes and the window melts down, the protagonist would be free from his house and would take a walk outside.