If The Walls Had Ears.

What do we hear?

"You couldn't give me one thing today, could you? I've tried, so fucking hard. I've tried for far too long. Do you want me to crack? Is that it. Are you ready for this distorted model to finally come apart at the seams?"

A whisper, hoping for an answer never received.

What do we hear?

A woman, speaking to some higher being she is not certain she believes in anymore. We hear a mother crying for her lost baby. We hear a gun cocking and resting against a man's temple. We hear broken glass and crude obscenity.

What do we hear?

A writers pen scratching against paper, desperately trying to find the words to free his disgruntled soul from the chains of his own oppression. We hear a boy, praying for forgiveness for sins he cannot bare to admit aloud. We hear a young couple's silence as their love drips out from their core and through the cracks in the wood. We can hear the red essence of their love pooling underground. There is no longer hope for them.

What do we hear?

Everything.