Here lie massive, starless spaces; an abyss where you and I can trade places. Colorless. No shadows, no windows. It’s like we’re on opposite sides of the glass; we cannot touch. I’m uncomfortable. Vulnerable. As the wave of self-consciousness plows it’s way through my chest, as the surge of diffidence makes it’s way too, the oscillation of my thoughts becomes even more rapid. Oh those thoughts, they cascade to and fro, like a violinist’s fingers; so brisk and bewildering. I’m bound by it all so fiercely. If only I could reveal my soul, my heart would be tethered no longer.