clarity: four walls and one door.
if everything is red, then nothing
can be in greyscale... if everything
is locked, then nothing can escape.
clarity: the floor, the cieling, and
so much blank space in between!
what do we fill it with, you and i?
a wish, a hope, endless wishing words.
clarity: the sense of ruin that waits
for all dreamers, a penchant for
building walls that must fall down.
holes in the plaster, mice in the walls.
clarity: you are my foundation,
my open window, my half-built dream
of age and health. when we look back
there will be nothing to regret.