Like buttons. Like Pencils.

Just looking from the outside in. That's all I've been doing. Into this realm that might seem yellow, aqua, or maroon--all based on the sequencing throughout the radiation that you give off. Because the heart may beat faster, rushing through highways of travel-light passengers who flick you off at an instant of recognition.

Because nothing is sacred anymore. It's all this pish-posh. I don't mean to sound angry. I'm just scared.

But trying to swim in the icy water won't hurt you. It'll only make you stronger. At sight you seem weak but by days in and days out you grow stronger. You love stronger. You fight stronger. You want a little more out of everyday. You hold hands. You forget about things. But you never forget.