Shhh. It’s getting colder out there. When I notice
this, I wonder if I will miss the people I call home?
Some days I walk along the crescent space where
granulated stone meets salty waters- and I think I
might jump in – just like…But I read her so long ago.
Wasn’t that a past self who drudged so deeply? Perhaps
she was here – all along – whispering to go further
and further until all that remains are distant images
of abandoned, desolate, islands.