the ache in wide open space, begging to be filled. The beating drums of reality resonating off the damaged walls and bouncing from the other side. Loud and echoing and obnoxious in its volume. the silence deafening in the background and the inbetween. one being rocking against a cracked corner, hands unable to shield the sound that leaves bleeding ears and shaking limbs. so small in this space so vast, the other side can’t be seen. Just ache and emptiness and fullness all at once. Bones rejecting the melody of pain, muscles strapped from the scrape of soul escaping the body and running for cover. A mind, barely able to concentrate on thought, desperately trying to develop a plan of escape and only barely able to focus on survival alone.