Scream out against the glass. The sound reflected unable to escape. Desperate to connect. Lashing out at words that fail to appear. . Bound in silence.
We are given the gift of creation. . We are given. All of the light. And purity of the universe. . We are the ones. Who will create. The snarling beasts of human nature.
A crack forms in the foundation. Well fault line through your defenses. Illuminating the essence. Once clouded by the myth. . Store bought conformity.