Let's paint on the ceilings of our house to let the world know that we live in the cathedral of tainted saints. Let's kiss the backs of each other's ringed fingers to let the world know that we are the crowned fools. We are the youth of the world that is slowly becoming the elder society such as the one before us. Let's not think about our splotchy eyes and our bruised skin but instead wonder why it is that our fingertips match up so perfectly. You and I together are the new age of the old world. You and I together are the living dead. You and I together are the magnet poetry on the refrigerator that somehow made the most beautiful poem ever written out of a language we can't understand. So let's learn the new language of the world and listen to it and learn it and speak it. Let's become the paintings on the ceilings. Let's become the rings on our fingers. Let's be something that no one understands, not even you and I. Let's be ourselves while being no one at all. Let's be the tainted saints and the crowned fools. Let's be the contradiction that no one expected.