I felt the weight and sank to my knees. Curled the arms around to protect myself. Lowered my head to the Earth as I whispered and questioned why to the invisible force. I was quiet for some time. Even when I spoke, I wasn't truly speaking at all. Not in the way I meant to. There are doors that close to Triangles, elevators that proceed the horizons. Arms outstretched to the setting black sun...

Yet it is our hearts that call out, that rise when we feel fallen. That see before our eyes see. That know the setting is the rising of another era, and another chance. Some consider ourselves bound..but our hearts are free. They are always free. Our eyes must close sometime, for it is the only time we cannot see what we knowingly see..but feel.