AlexiaEmpath

Four walls Maybe more. What was my end goal in building things up around me? Did I want to preach? To scream? To condemn? To love? Did I want from others, or myself? Marvel, and be stilled as I and my hands tear out but a portion of your scattered heart. Watch me as I become Deific - as I piece you back together in my own image. What is my intent? Four walls - a cathedral. Opulence, craftsmanship in which a homeless Socrates Defies me with his necessity for basic human warmth.