The wind turns spreading fast the flesh around my teeth. They chatter at the curtain drawn, around your rosy blue tone, a humble carriage to your next land. Adventure holds you tight and tugs my hand, the same way we would when you breathed... The circles I feel as I walk, keep me in a glow halo of wonder. Is it embrace, or shield, keeping me grounded so firmly away from the forces you grace? I am surveyed, still young, ready to greet you where water fails to run 'round your veins. A body without circumference. Your dream; I believe. Each morning I wake with you around my skin, but I flinch in fear. How close am I? Jagged memories of nightmare demean your smile and feign at the whimsy. There is nothing light about this. Distant pleasure forsakes the intentions drawing near you; a bottle breaks. I turn corners and I stare, I see them, I see you. We repeat and repeat the reality we lived, but there is always something more. Ominous. more. discreet. more. an...