Would that I’d left myself in that water, feeling the cool glacial water lake seep into my bones, weighing me down and slowing pulling me into its depths.
I’ve never loved more and felt more torn away.
Interfered with.
Where is the peace that vacation used to be?
Where are the satoris, the relaxation that comes with not really having anything do in a lovely situation?
The afterglow?
Where’s my goddamned afterglow?
Target: 800 words
Written: 629 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Brothers Of Earth, CJ Cherryh
Comics: The Crow: Memento Mori 1-4
Music: Lust For Life, Iggy Pop/David Bowie