1/1: 22.5 No way but through

All this horrible stuff running through my head. No more eyes to see with. No more feelings to touch with. Trapped in between my ears, static on a television, the only noise I hear is screaming. Meaning in it all, pieces to place back together again. Before me, the path to hope barbed but there.

Wessel '23

Minted out of order...for the longest I wanted to hide this piece, because of how painful that moment in my life was, but to leave it out would be to forget one of the core purposes of this series.