~`Knuckles Full of Glass`~ Buzzing glares create cold reflections in the eyes of the waiting. Words exchanged only through windows are engraved next to their owner's title. Opening doors stop flickering hearts, sparking the remnants of a conversation long cooled. Fleeting backs in halls give no comfort to words transferred between two (window) panes. The only smiles reflected in his eyes are stricken with jaundice, their grins unfailing. A flashing blue light bids you "go" read a mind, story or fantasy. Finally, let the interaction end with the slam of a door, with words overused and a cold grin. Let your mind be the only translator, to name the day's conversation in either apathy or empathy.