You fade in the light,
I used to too,
but that was long ago.

The essence of all purity swept into, this vortex of darkness and dust broken into, the call of the falling. The truth and the gift torn apart, a cadaver, gaunt, spectral effigy, and alone. Alone, alone alone. The primer of being, undone. We aren't all running, we are some falling behind, being left behind, some waiting to be salvaged. And yet the redemption is all that I once had, all that I lost, flooding back, flooding back into me.