Back home, we used to dance to the songs that the trees sang and we had no cares except when one of us fell down. "Sacrilege" we used to call it and then we'd all laugh and touch out heels to the ground. We soon parted and became windows for someone else to look through so that they could feel safe. We got paid but we never made our way back, no one ever became happy again for so very long that it became tedious and a little ambitious and we all became so very guilty feeling that we couldn't feel right in that place, so we left it for good. We got so tired of listening to those blank-eyed people, so we cut our ears off and fed them to them. Eventually, we all just wasted away and fell apart, like so many before us. Of course, we never cried...