Every crack in these walls made from others by the outside were never enough to break through to me. So I sat in these four walls, head in my arms until it was over, giving up any hope that I would ever see the outside world. Then a man came and she showed me I could break out of here all on my own. As he handed me the thick handle of wood, I studied the tool before me. The end was black and cold, harder than anything I had ever touched before. A grin crept across my lips and I was excited to tear down these walls. Getting as strong a grip as I could, I unleashed a force into these walls, tearing them down, letting sunlight in. The warmth filled me with honey, my entire body felt cozy. I kept, hitting, it kept pouring through and washing over me like a new wave of electricity entering into my veins.