Loudness, danger, excitement we are drawn like moths to a flame. Unrestrained, gregarious energy drawing us near drawing us out of our solitary shell. We are drawn to that radiant energy that part we don’t possess within. We don’t see it for what it is a lack of depth and emotion their armour to hide ancient pain, their violence we go closer, seeking refuge seeking love, seeking solace but we are weak and we are consumed. Consumed by the depression there in their shadow we die in the darkness alone.