I see the world in front of me.
A sheet of glass between.
A smile here, a laugh there...
Tears and earned trust...
My fingers skim across the glass.
Hungry fingers, seeking the edge.
Searching for a way past.
Connected to each other, I can see.
Grasping, pulling, pushing.
Loving and hating.
Living and dying.
Surrounded by so much of...
Everything.
Connection.
You don't know what you have.
What did you do to earn it?
You live your lives, unaware of the danger just beyond the glass.
You don't see me.
And I hate you for it.
I hate you because I want it.
I want you because you have it.
I want it all.
Speak my name.
Let me in.
Connection.
My nails dig into the glass, and it begins to crack.
If I exert just enough pressure I could break through.
But you don't want me to...
You have these names for what I am. For what I don't feel.
I feel just as deeply you do.
Maybe deeper.
To be a part of you, I want to feel the touch of the sun on your skin.
As you do.
To lay forgotten on this side of this unforgiving glass is too cruel.
Let me it.
