I stood at the edge of the world, screaming wild. There I was, lost in a constellation of stars that were far too dim for my revival. A lonely road that stretched out for miles in the darkness of space–and I, was its sole companion.
Faces from long ago resurface in the ocean of my mind, breaking wave. And as I looked down below into those murky waters, I realized I would probably chase that sort of bygone love forever.
And so I wade through the darkness that has long numbed me; a black ocean vanishing underneath the July sky. The estival heat touches me softly, whispering the story lines of my oldest haunts—fragments in time when I had nearly drowned, caught in the deep end of my bitterness.