I'm stuck, and I can't get out of this glass box I've put myself in. My destination is so clear, yet the steps I take lead me no where. I can see, but I can't touch. I can move, but I can't step forward. Always in the same place, no matter how much time passes. I am still, in an ever moving moment. And I am scared. Because in this glass box I am safe. I do not move so I do not change. Nothing can touch me when I am out of touch with the World. For in my own Space, my own Universe, my own World, I am both rich and poor, Ruler and subject. I make my own Laws and I break them. I see all, yet, I don't see nearly enough. I can fly, but only so high, and for this reason I am free within my own prison. A prison I can shatter with a pin, but can't even crack with a hammer. A prison that if I so choose, can unlock, with a single key. A key, I've had in the palm of my hand, since it's creation. And yet, I still stand in this glass box, waiting, Β Β hoping, that someone will come save me, because I can't seem to save myself... yet.