I bought a house on an Aleutian Island, on the first island if heading south down the chain from the mainland. I bought that motherfucking house.
Midnight and Dusk along with Tonight, crash delivered to me, a pitch black entry way. I peered out into the heaviest of ebonies..
I war intensely for keeping the glow within me going steady but still I find myself rapidly growing dim.
Drowning out the thud of an exposed and defeated tell-tale heart... I sacrificed my turn at Oblivian, under that blackness and I reluctantly headed out into that chill, because I was not prepared to be grateful if I had to wait around another 8 million eons and play cozy.
Voices coming from the cave behind me were swallowed into the fog as I listened and wished them each an eternal well.
I delicately fingered my way along that poorly illuminated razor wire into the safety of night. I didn't care who had sights or illumination on me. I do constantly imagine that I am in your salvage yard, and that's all I am willing to give on it right now.
Rust was my favorite color and navy blue.
I like the way light could always break through corrosion, and how the blues appear to be never overtaken unless by their own.
There is no love and no shade as volatile.
Now, every color and every silence drags behind it a Universal army of
Embers from you.
Embers of you.