Around the perimeter of the parameter

so much of life seems to be defined by pre-existing walls.  so many hurt views, wronged rights, feeble glances...  i want a wash.  a steam clean on the inside.  clean the stains, let the suds fall slowly to reveal a new me.  i feel like i'm floating.  is this all real?  how much of me is sitting here, and how much of him is here.  i want to be new -- shiny with that sparkle.  a brand new bike.  mom said that i can ride it even though it's late.  a brand new book -- i'll let all my friends borrow it.  softer.  genuine.  loving.  kind.  maybe i can shine if i polish long enough.  my eyes hurt.  so far, it's a pretty fine new day.