From over here the sky appears to be painted a monotonous grey
Dripping with regret
Odd, over here heavens once azure now a putrid mess
Swollen with contempt
Messages passed between fissures
A whisper and a glance
Just for a glimpse beyond these walls
The other side
Is it truly green?
Plasma, bile, aspirations alike
Do we not all dream?
Synchronicity discovered in the least expected places
Celebrate what's shared
We'll work on the rest.