movement is necessary they don't want to lose their minds they very well might anyway it was easy trapped they grinned like idiots and later they felt ill the room was still spinning they saw the colors but didn't believe they were there, black and white was better and they'd never particularly liked magenta sometimes they wished they had voices in their heads besides they're own so they would have an excuse to be mad but they didn't only the one little voice that ignored the crickets and sometimes the crickets were all they could hear and the chirping they thought would drive them to other voices but it never did, just the one that was always there and always quietly whispering about the bad parts and spoiling all the movies
