There's a certain sadness, you know? The one that makes us cry in our sleep, the one that makes us feel numb and dumb. The one that makes us mad.

There's a certain sadness and I hope for better tomorrows. But I also want to smell that sense of justice everyone talks about that I cannot see. I want to feel that. I want to fight that.

But it is cold today. And tomorrow. And my mind can't stop talking. My mind can't stop screaming. But no sound comes out of my mouth. So everyone thinks I've got no thought. But I do. Perhaps too much for the world to handle.