The water shifts before the tide. I can feel it. I’ve felt it. I’ve felt it in the the way your eyes dull when I’ve damaged your soul. The storm diminishes replaced with defensive rage. Rage and everything red.

*SAME STORY NEW MEMORY*

Remembering the future. My eyes are full of salt. The vision is clear but it’s painful to see. And it’s coming. I can’t contain it. The still before the shock.

*RIOTS IN THE BACKGROUND RAGE IN THE FOREGROUND*

I am looking forward to the day my solitude ends. And I am home.