inkskinned:

I’m after a bridge into a better place, a door or a window. I’m done living where the air doesn’t reach. At this point if there’s a crack in the wall it’s worth it and I’m climbing. I used to think there was no way out. Then I realized I wasn’t looking hard enough for an exit. I’ve scrambled enough my nails are bleeding. But I think it’s the sun I’ve been seeing.