those crumbling stairs dared us to climb them.
we fiddled with the mechanics of paradise. monsters in heavy robes. pissing on stranger's beds.
too occupied with our envy to contemplate its origins.
we built our scales to measure everything we didn't have.
architects of thorn and suet.
but the body is only an equation. and the heart is only numbers for it to manipulate.
we chase those empty graves. knowing we can never catch them.
thieves with kind faces. knocking on doors that no one opens.