for what? when we weren't made of 'outside those walls.' but after all, life isn't television. without the dull horizons that went on before those skies. dotted lines stretching towards infinity. no accessible entrances. wet floor, stone pillars, dull lamps, tall trees.
rendered unfitting for general purpose. out spurted a debacle of champagne blissery. reset beyond retaliation. spent up like moths in cold winds. walls inside of what we wanted before we ever got a chance to change.
