You know the time you wanted to run but you couldn't escape the gaze that held you in chains? And you wanted to push through the half-open door only to find a hurdle hung from above. No matter which way your eyes tried to look, another wall rose and you deeply shook. The stars in the sky did not light up that night and you retreated within, losing your grin. You wanted to scream and shed your old skin, you wanted to shout and yell it all out. If only this place could have hidden its face, you might have returned with no recourse. You wanted to sprint and you dared to dream, you pushed and you pulled, you remained slightly amused. Nothing makes sense, every thing is a game that we choose to live by while we laugh and cry.
