we might not always be young, but our lives will always be bright.

a dream. distanced. as today had felt. and as i have felt, living this life, in northern california.

the thought plummets back into my body. my body is the store of all that could have been.

i made my way to the crossing, cars whizzing past, blurring into the backdrop of the weeping night sky, and there it was. the call of the void.

i am surrounded by shrubs and flowers. the flowers are yellow. i don’t know what they’re called, but most of them are wilting.

because honestly, what is there to her, really, except a shell of who she once was?

i’m struggling to stay afloat – the last thing i want is to drown.

recapping a day of turbulent tranquility. perhaps a deceiving title, because lulled by the gentle cascade of evening breeze there is the silent roar of an approaching train threatening to engulf me whole.

one day the fog will fade and skeletons emerge. for now though, i am lounging in my castle made of clouds, feeling on top of the world.