if you breathe the sentences right.

it went on and on even in the dark. and in the dark we all look menacing if it means we cant see each other at all. the sound of their skins rubbing against each other outweighed their lack of vision while they passed the creaking of each crack on the floor as they give with the weight of their bodies. every noise is heard at the place. everything is, or was, in that moment, perfect, unbreakable, quiet. the sound was all perfectly acoustic. In the opium den, they sat down flicking cigarette ashes into a small glass tray. the smoke floating in front of all their lacking vision, almost resting, and then giving up into the air as it hits the ceiling. She says, "You're the idea of heavens, utopias, life in a distant galaxy, or anything else out of this world that comes to mind.." and he wonders, "why am i just an idea?"