Everybody has their own demons, I get that. We're all butterflies with our wings clipped, blackbirds with broken wings. But you and I, we're oceans apart. How did we get on these islands? As I peer over the whistling winds and roaring sea, it starts to dawn on me. We're facing each other, opposite poles. You're staring straight at me, but I can't even make out your face. I don't need to see it to know you're laughing.