The cold merciless shine. The routine.
Comfort of darkness like a blanket.
The high moon.
Echoes in the night. A sharp smile.
Energized. My mind is racing!
The horizon exceeds beyond sight.
Barefoot. A step on gravel. A step on asphalt.
Damp in rain, storms surround.
Rejoice in the lightning. Baptised in the rain.
Those smells. Those sounds.
The white aura rises and smoulders. Choked by the thickness of life.
A fist in the dirt. Soft and smooth.
Blood in the rocks.
Is this the edge of sanity, or am I simply home?
