So here I am. I'm not really sure what to do now, because they may have built that lie up like a glass house, too dangerous to move around in, but at least that house kept me warm at night. Now I lay in bed shivering with fear of the government that claimed to protect me, to protect us all.
The windows in that glass house may have been nothing more than elaborate paintings, but they were beautiful, beautiful pictures. Now that the glass house is shattered, I stand shivering in the night air, covered in cuts from the falling glass. I am looking at the real world, and I've realized that it's nothing more than a wasteland.
And I'm wishing too, wishing from the the bottom of my heart that I had ignored my curiosity, that I had kept driving, and that I had never laid eyes on the girl who was climbing the fence.
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Glass Houses
Science Fiction"They built up all these lies like glass houses, too dangerous to move around in, but at least that house kept me warm at night. Now I lay in bed shivering with fear of the very people that claimed to protect me, to protect us all. The windows in...
