 Its sides pricking our mind's eyes, clouding our sense of what is and what isn't, and who are we to listen? Seeping into our thoughts, a stranger turning this house once home into its playground. Covering our mouths and ears, convinced we block out the sound, but how to turn it off when it's what's inside that's loud? Hands over your ears becoming surround sound for your thoughts. It rains down, the touch starting to bleed inside out.