... To be beyond or beneath? To sustain or regain? Forever trapped behind the walls that we have built around ourselves, we wait. Nothing comes, nothing goes... silence. We hush ourselves in hopes of more silence. "Maybe someone will hear my silence..." Doesn't make sense. Does at the time, thats all that really matters. No-one is watching, no-one is waiting... The truths begans to set in. You are as free as you make yourself. You no longer have to be only a listener. Speech becomes imperrative. Once lost but never forgotten, the phoenix once again emerges from the ashes of the flames that initially claimed its life. The beauty amongst destruction. The way the world comes together in times of tragedy. The absoulte uncertainty of what tomorrow holds. We are the eye of the beholder. We are the smiles of strength. We are the backbone of reality, the vitality of the future. We are... The begining.
