I sit upon a dazzling throne, will be made into command, hidden behind holy writ and vanity like fire, I wished for it to end, and end it did, every man, every beast, every stroke of paint in this picture, in oblivious states we saw ourselves as invincible castles, but in reality we were only pretty and fragile like glass houses.
Who would have thought that the magic of distraction would seem so, wrenching in the end, we built up our walls, we denied access, we held.
We survived until that very moment, that moment where our layers shifted into transparency, our thoughts rendered into meaning, we became naked in a room filled with fire.
It is obvious really, we are humans after all, we stand defenseless before the charms of ambition, we want to strive for something, we want to grow out of ourselves, we want to crush that barrier, that one inch, that inch of freedom that we all have and share, but never truly know the value of.
That one inch, that inch of stained glass.






War, fighting our fears, but just more eyes filled with tears..
What the world says o__o