The world was many things. From lively, idiosyncratic, rambunctious to quiet, peaceful, a gentle hum. Life was indeed many things, but there was one who walked through life as if it was nothing more than static on a television screen. Life was a nuisance, it appeared, but it was anything but. He just couldn’t see it all. Life was something he couldn’t have, something he desired. His life was black and white, a life seized by fear of seeing the entirety of it. It was a life he wanted to escape, but out of fear, he refused. If he were to break the glass, he’d have to fly. No one would be there to catch him if he chose to dive. He was scared, terrified, to change. The world spun around, but it was only in grey to him, forever in grey. The only thing he needed in life was for someone to make him feel. Someone to make him feel alive... For someone to shatter the glass, to shatter him and introduce him to the world he longed to see.