Prepare arrange, concentrate contain. There is no key to turn fix things, do I want one not even sure. Gathering bound, party, celebration, meeting, funeral, form or fashion they unlock into the same. Boxed in bodies. Each time wondering, not compreheding the time before, chance again. Mix moving with out end, tension steps up slowly. Faces sliding past, words in trail, a whirlpool spin of complication revolving. Broken thoughtless interaction, translated. Pressure built unease and anxiety, preffered channel opening. Doors, double single sliding wood metal glass, interchangeable in form for memory they mean the same. Slipping into the open, buildup deconstructs. Pressure vanish falls to nothing, clarity. Crisp cold folds my steps forward. Silence and darkness slowly envelope the way home.