I don't recall when this decision was actually taken...
I woke up this morning, my throat dry, like sand inside an hourglass.
The mirror was faded with dust and moisture. A figure black, staring back at me; moon still up high and red in dye.
I had to grow gills. Find peace in water, love in the bubbles.
Took off my clothes as a stood watching the lighthouse.
The match did it's work as expected.
When the last thread of my shirt evaporated, I took bold steps to meet with her.
It was time for mt to return to the sea...












