A weak perspective is all I have to the things i need to see. And one could say in that context I don't know anything. It's not like I don't want it, it's I dont know how. I've opened my eyes too many times with no way out. Take me from this place she said. I want to open my eyes again. She looks outside her window and reaches for my hand. I want so badly to build this bridge. I want to stay in the moments we can't relive. As I look in my hands I realize that the only way to a better place is to close my eyes for now.