Ache pierces my bubble of consciousness, do you hear my silent scream? Do you touch my arms outstretching and recoiling in fear? Why does it hurt forever in my liquid frozen fragile heart? Who gave me this heart that can experience the closeness of bliss and the wrenching anguish of surrender? Surrender to the world, listen, and then scream for the isolation room is soundless echoing across the centuries of fear.