Rippling up with a chill and a distorted craving for warmth. The sigh escapes and swims for the atmosphere before it dies in our sea of forgetfulness.

Flickering to the right, slanting downward is a cry that begs for return or release, a desperate yearning for home. A home that torched itself with its poisonous tongue far too long ago. The cry sifts through the ashes and charred bits of hope finding nothing but loss.