There’s the comfort of taking it all and having it. Like the glow of the full moon. Being tucked into bed at night by someone that loves you.
But I don’t know where the loving starts or what pushes it forward or who comes to me at night when the evening ends.
When the day ends a shadow erupts like pebbles dropped in the water rippling back and forth for minutes; pebble sinks down to the bottom and no one sees it again.
No one sees me again either.
Like a tarnished roof caving in coming into contact with mold and water, dank. Is that how a roof caves in. Is that how it happens. I keep coughing and tunneling through what drives me crazy but when will the remainders wash away.