The vastness created in the absence of light, an endless example of the darkness casted from our very own shadows. The night time had always belonged to us, even at the fall of dusk. We leave behind the things that no longer serve us. Offer up useless things made in trade. 

How many miles will try and separate us from all directions? What's the intention with keeping most of us distracted? Holding the planet hostage, they've managed to dress Lady liberty in bondage. The only way to stop them is by knowledge we continue to seek.

We stand no chance while we are weak.

The self proclaimed infliction and the stacking up of bodily injuries will never justify this very fiction we have written. With our backs against the wall, left with no other decision. Seizing upon the moment, act swiftly and with precision. That alone is enough for reason.

There's a hollow point waiting to be made. We can see it on a strangers face. That very feeling from having always known this place. Our time together cannot be erased. Memories form from choices left up to fate. Your very home you replaced, for nothing more than an empty cage.

An anniversary approaches of unfamiliar territory.  It was added into this story to give it some kind of origin. Basis for this reality we still see vividly, anchored deep in our hallucinations and the celebrations of another passing year. So strong from standing toe to toe with not just the fears of your own but within every single home.