Outstretched Hands: Gone. Or so it was, until it wasn't.

I can't understand why I need to make amends for something I didn't do.  I refuse to bow to your fiction.


If I were smart I would probably cut the ties that bind.  But I allow you to hold me back.  Hold me down.


History is all we really have.  And I'm not sure the good of that outweighs the present tragedy.