Four walls are four too many, too closed to the world I must quietly tread. Four walls amplify the artificial sounds shrieking from ever-growing boxes with flickering screens. Four walls push down all the feelings I must rip out of me.
What I need is a walk, a stroll through the suburban streets, stalking from shadow to shadow, flitting through the yellow puddles of light. I need to flirt with the stars, asking them to help me purge myself; I need them to help me articulate what I feel. I need to be alone.