It was old, I guess. We've lived here for years, and rarely do people open the door. No one likes leaving, when there's no point too. Our whole street is covered in vines and cracks upon cracks. Something you'd avoid passing. The last time the door was opened, was 3 months ago. We have enough food supplies in the cellar. Every few months, one of us has to take the depressing stroll to the market to pick up the same old supplies. No one gets out much around here. Someone needs to at least glue the ground back together. What's even more upseting, is the lights from the neighborhood over. It's full with life. Us, well we're filled with death. What I would do for just one night of seeing those lights up close. I've asked plenty of times. Each answer the same. I've planned on running away to the lights for some time now. But each night I think I have the courage, I come up with another reason to stay. Things are more simple here, at least that's what people say. You do what you do every day. The way it should be.
