If I could take away every gun, every sword, every little bit little boys could turn into weapons before they grow up to realize they can hit just as hard as they can, then maybe Johnny would get a pass. Maybe Johnny would grow up not to be a shit to Suzy, and Suzy could have faith in guys. Instinct comes out of the animal in all of us. Instinct keeps us alive. But we grew out of it collectively as a species and I refuse to believe we're there permanently, stuck. The little girl driving her dream car off the dream cliff? Did she get driven there somehow? Because it's not a choice when you self-destruct. It's an end-product.
I don't think I want a fence at all. I'm done with bars and fences and gates and doors. I want to be outside. That's it.
Blue has the potential to mean anything you want it to, instead of loaded with expectation.