I nod and go to my locker, re-organizing the books on my locker shelf for the day's schedule and pulling out my book for Literature class. We were supposed to read Victor Hugo's The Man Who Laughs, but knowing the kids here, they probably got the Cliffnotes version instead. Or watched the cheesy 1928 black and white silent movie instead. And, knowing the teacher, she had probably already given up on us or was too apathetic to care. I sigh and slip into my seat in her class.
If the lamplight of connected souls points toward your heart
Can you hear a resonance stronger than words now?