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Escapism
...written on 2007-10-19, @ 9:39 p.m.
We press our faces to windowpanes like maybe, if we look hard enough, they'll let us out of this big bad place. Can we go home if we bang our fists on windows, bars, and doors? All we do is bloody up our skin that's too soft and pale from indoors and they spend days tsking at us over nothing. So we grab them instead. At first it is sharp and angry. A push, a pinch, a squeeze and then it isn't. Then it is all pressing foreheads and looking at eyes that might say home if we look hard enough. Then that moments gone and we wonder if home was something we ever had to begin with. We wonder if here is enough.