Climbing higher and higher where there are no walls. This staircase, so exhausting. Balls.
Is it just you, or is it a definite thing that, the higher you go, the less the writing on the wall seems to care about telling you information-- no substance, all frosting?
Then again, this is just a staircase. Can't expect a sonnet for that.
(..huh, expected a sonnetairebase. Guess Shem was right; the sneaky rat. Wait, who the hell am I supposed to be? Perhaps another hand? Writing of the sea? Writing in the sand? Not really. Lol it's just me Billy.)
