put spirals on the walls of my enclosure, and take me somewhere else when it’s time to breathe, cause absence might make the heart grow fonder, but it definitely doesn’t clear your lungs. where do you go when it’s cold outside and in? is there a grave that can hold all the fears and joys of human experience? if you can find it, bury me in it, because i’ve been looking for a home for a long time. if there is a sky that can stay full of stars forever and never fall into the weakness of day, then show it to me, and i’ll follow you wherever you wish to take me. honest men are worth $9 worth of a currency that can’t be converted into anything a marketplace accepts, and grudges weigh more than 3 tons, so i will grab your fingers and twist them, until you make me stop. and then i will stop, and we will breathe together, and we will keep walking without acknowledgement of our softer future. it’ll be bright, and we’ll forget every other moment for just a few scraps of daylight.