Our First Taste Of Escape

open up to foggy streets and shuffling of heavy feet passing through antique gates and lining up to whisper good-byes. freshly cut flowers rest in mud cries and sobs echo from the wind that carries sound away along with pieces of our life. say we're dreaming, say we're discouraged and disgusted by life. exit left to cloudy skies proving that this day is exactly what we always feared would happen when we kiss ourselves our first taste of escape. we are pure.