i've turned my head. every little thing glimmers, catching my eyes in a sensory overload. see how quickly you can replace the things you've held dear. what have you held close to your heart? is it beating? has it been shattered? exchange it. all the shiny instances blind you, obstruct your vision, and you let them cloud your mind as well. remember Me? i've had redemption in My hands for days. still you forget Me, and all the things I've promised you.