-- window --

you keep me warm from cold harsh winds, yet, i cry when it rains. i hear thuds, and voices of my beloved brothers,

because blood is red, no matter whose.

they sing to me, in unison while you protect me from their choir: but what do you think they desire? perhaps protection from the shards of ice,

or merely the warmth

of extinguished fires.

but you, you let me see them suffer, let me hear their pain in their lullabies

while all they hear is their echoing silence and all they see a helpless, dusted mirror

and all the think is

“there’s no hope for us.”

to every human that knows that the heart beats for humanity, not for power.