In the hours following the highest point of the moon my mind is left to wander, set free from the intellectual prism of a broken man. In these glass walls I am trapped forced to see a mist of doubts of pain, of a life of hurt and a path of broken promises. In these waning hours of the night the stars cast a light brighter than any sun could ever hope to achieve. I alone have accomplished a once impossible dream: owned by few wanted by all; Immortality in the painstaking effort of my art form. The worst part is though I’m entirely visible my scars are hidden. No matter how hard I try my tears remain silent in the darkness of my corrupt heart. Corrupted by a broken family; a sister who doesn’t shed a tear, a mother whose sobs echo in the night, and a father who walked away from the love and the life we all held so dear. The tears don’t merely run down our faces but they are instead pulled towards the earth by the force of the pain he inflicted so deeply into our hearts. His life continues on and we are left looking towards the past, hoping for him back but never voicing the pain we feel; because he would not understand. His world focuses instead on work and erases the ancient memory of the family he broke apart. And so our sad story unfolds before us as we take the next step in this series of events. We will never forget the pain you gave us but we also thank you for the scars. They only prove that the cuts he gave us healed leaving nothing but memories which will eventually fade in time.