Porcelain Boys Shouldn't Run on Pavement, so Stay Inside Your Glass Castle

"On top of a hill that overlooks an intricate city, there stands a glass castle. It is not stained, nor tinted or frosted. It's clear and empty of colour, see through. Arrows and stones and gazes can pierce through the thin layer, for it is not bulletproof. It is made of glass, perched precariously over a city of stones and other sorts.

'Thomas, we aren't like everyone else. We have wealth, superior to all those below us.'

"Inside the glass castle, there lives a jackhammer and a pen and paper. They have a son, and he is made of porcelain. The porcelain boy grows inside these castle walls, learning and changing. The jackhammer and the pen keep him inside the glass castle, and so he watches through the clear windows, silently observing the city that lives its own life."

(Art is not mine! If you know who it's by, please let me know!)