What can YOU say in six sentences?
In the seclusion of barren space, I am home. Sometimes I want to be lost, favoring life in the fog of dreams, the desert of the unknown… the silence of your eyes. I don’t fall prey to fear, but I am not fooled by the venomous raptures of promise either. I know somewhere in the gray, in the fissure of now, there is an oblivion that will encircle me with forget — an abyss that will drown regret — an ocean that will flood my soul with nothing if I let it. The sacrifices I bury will wash out to sea and when I return, you will ask me where I went. I will probably tell you, somewhere far from home.