Glass Window

SHOUT! SHOUT! GET IT ALL OUT! THESE ARE THE THINGS I CAN DO WITHOUT. COME ON!!! I'M TALKING TO YOU!! COME ON!!

This Linkin Park song has been going on an endless loop in my head since early in the morning. Almost couldn't sleep, felt so cornered, so helpless. I don't like feeling helpless. The choices, or are they really choices at all? Do I have a choice? Do I? Give me the burden, but remove the means to ease that burden. What is Your will? What is it? And all this while I thought it was them. Ungrateful, self-centered them. And all this while, it was me. Me me me me me. All my fault, reaping what I sow. What is there to blame anyhow? You've put a glass window between me and them, and I can but watch helplessly, as they struggle.

I don't fold straw stars anymore.

I'll just leave this post as an ambiguity. Until I feel it within me to expand on it.