When the hell did the sky start looking like this? Deep purple with an overcast. Why the ground begin to feel this way? No embrace for my knees when they hit it now. I drank my stomach full again for reasons I don't know. How does one find themselves here? No one to hold the rope. To break this "Piñata." There's no point to wear this blindfold anymore. I really want to grab someones hands and see where they'd take us... to see where you would take me.