Old systems hanging by a thread stone walls massive built from deep fear and desire to protect what is not there yet
Deep walls cold walls already
a crack runs
through them until the edges a crack so long and thorough you know -
And you heart widens with that knowledge and great relief comes in -
that it is already inevitably on the way to
crumble now
crumble down and become
dust that flies
with the air
so that your people can see it
can believe it
I must see this through til the end you think
not knowing what exactly this means what exactly -
But it does not matter
And you have so much space
to breathe now
to breathe
And so you do just that you
fill your lungs
and

b
r
  e
a
t
  h
e

for what feels like
the first time
in ages