no voice

flashes of light, passing surrounding shimming with grim fear. body moving no way to control this self enprisionment. a glimps of what could have been, should have been, never remotely obtainable ferling.
memories in the making, past the present, no windows for light, no ancore to pull me away from this dream. with my eyes beaming with tears, locked in a room filled with my fears. i dread not my prison as much as i do my tears, though i may not speak about them its the unspoken that needsthe fear