Melancholy wind slices through the grid and darkness forms an easterly edge to the city, blending into the majestic blackness of the lake.

Emotions escalate, easing sometimes when elusive sleep quells reverie and abandon, contained always in one small room.

The world is sharp to the touch and it’s folly to say everything’s alright, still I notice so many more beautiful sights the longer I am here.

I don’t fear death, darling, only goodbye before the unsaid can emerge into those sweet words that bind us together.

Entire nations and fortunes rise and fall - such happenings are not nearly as grandiose as our polarization, nor as fantastical as our reconciliations.

Witness with me the harrowingly fleeting space we share, feel the need I have for you there, pining through every mundane minute and through dreamless sleeps.