you can hear them. they peer up at you and whisper their hopes and dreams, their life's desires and wishes... but they can't hear you. and as much as you would like to help — you cannot.
there's a desperation in you that can't make itself out, and it settles deep inside you until you can barely be.
it is too much to bear, and it is too much to exist.
you succumb to the energy; give in to white light.
