its slower now and i can feel it in my joints. the insides are whispering to the outsides. will you leave us, will you leave us, will you leave us. i cant imagine where to aim the bow and the speeding water is rushing though me. the breath is cooler then the air. the sounds scream below the surface and i hear the pain of a thousand cries. i wanted to turn it down, wanted to find the silence, wanted to make the turn, wanted to want.

golden the the light that saves your life. the only question left tin its wake was worth.