These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain
like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
...You know the mistrust of heights is the mistrust of self, you don't know whether you're going to jump.
At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all at once, only its own part. Just like life. Each person was like a line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the whole score.
Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.
at least if you were ignorant you could do wat you wanted. you had no idea wat had been acheived in the past. you were free instead of chewed at by bleeding impotence, dissolved away like a pearl in acid