Me and these familiar stairs, step by, what could one expect? Elevators brings comfort and nothing else. A thick fog of nothingness filtering the doorways. As you caress me with eyes half shut it acts.
So i think of you and i feel... and i do not feel a thing. So i think... And i think pardon it's just me, i'm trapped here. Now we got something in common; disappointment.
"I was a stranger and you did not invite me in. I needed clothes and you did not cloche me. I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me."