There was a looming sadness cast over the age of men, a shadow of the greatness to come.

In dark corners, secluded from the world we were building gods to overshadow us.
In a world torn apart by the chaos of true freedom, like children we called out for a parent to guide us. 

Nothing was more terrifying than the silence that filled our ears.
We are Adam ripping out our own rib to build our species an Eve.
We are the princess in her tower waiting for a prince to save us.

I’m deeply afraid that we aren’t disciplined enough to see our coexistence as a marriage, or worse -
we won’t be viewed as worth being with.