A Drill.

May 22, 2011
A Drill. So powerful. A drill can break down walls of brick. Of stone. Of doubt.

What is the opposite of faith? By her doubt she believed it so; it was that time she felt weakness. Her desires lay elsewhere. Frustration sunk in her chest. Suffocation took over her as her longing strayed to things of wrong, things that Chosen Ones are not meant to stray to.

She banged on the glass as it became opaque; she clawed at the fence as it began to increase in height. Her hands bled as the fence cut them, and the blood smeared on the once translucent glass. Desperation. In order to break through to her place of rest and belonging, she needed a drill. A drill so powerful that has the means to break doubt.