What if I sort through my thoughts and let the shadows breathe. What if I seal my windows shut and barricade my doors. What if I take a needle and prick each fingertip until they turn blue? If I take a lit candle and set it to the freshly made bed, what then would you make of my fate? What if I told you that it wasn't I that I sealed away, but you. Am I commendable to have my soul guided into heaven even then?
