Turn off the lights
Look at your ceiling

Can you see it?
Hanging there
Like it was calling for you

Can you hear it?
Swinging
Like it was meant to be there

Can you feel it?
Choking you
Like it was fated to happen

Can you smell it?
As if you were drawn to it
Like it was really old and tensile

Can you taste it?
The desire to finally savor it
Like it was prepared especially for you

Turn on the lights
Look at the ceiling
Oh good
It's still there.

Reach it slowly but careful
and then use it

Use it to see the world you never knew
Use it to hear voices full of sadness
Use it to feel the long-awaited pain
Use it to smell those lies and regrets
Use it to taste freedom

Yes, just sense it
Isn't it beautiful?

You have to admit it
It's a different door

You should have drawn a line
Straight and thick

So no one would dare and try to cross
The ceiling that is always above our heads.

-Levianel