Words create the world reminiscent of frames to pictures. The love forged into this view is emitted from within. The truth is submurged in clear glass. Crumbling. Collapsing— It won't matter. They take from us whatever they must with their overflowing lies. Alone. I stand alone but with millions of others this time. What will save us? What will change this? Not a single thing but don't let that get you down! Speak fast for your voice is fading— no falling down further into the ever so weary abyss. It's gone. Boom... Bittersweet like absinthe.