Yesterday unbinds the conscience of today twisting happiness free from the pressed grip. Gripping hands wrench happiness away, claiming some divine birthright over all others. My right to birth claimed nothing and everything when I arrived from nowhere into expanse. Arriving, somewhere rather than nowhere, I learn how to be sadly dangerous. Danger and sadness merge silently when blood threatens to appear on white pages. No blood found on pages, black and white, means demands have not yet crossed borders. Borders demand to be crossed so as to unbind the conscience of tomorrow.