it's a sad state, when in order to give perspective, things must be taken from you. the less you have in your hands, the more you can keep in your head (heart?)
the windows are passageways to failure, doors are just entrances to hallways where they pass like strangers at a middle school, neither letting the other show that they acknowledge their existence but secretly would like for the other to grab the others arm and push them against the opposite wall.
take what you must,
but leave enough for me.