i write the words, but i yell within

a concept piece. like a concept album: there is a connectivity to the whole, but direct correlation is at times elusive.

the concept? the interconnectedness of society, especially those we DON'T know: the man or woman you pass in the grocery store; the individuals involved in the car accident you're currently rubbernecking...the serial killer you didn't know lived just down the street, presently descending into madness as he grapples with the implications of his actions.

a chilling exploration of the complexities of love, identity, and the impact of a traumatic upbringing on one's psyche.