Deep in the wonder under, another strikes rigid. Fearless hands wander, waving with an aimless purpose, exploring the damp walls which line a clouded tunnel so many of us experience...
Exploring, as we so often do, in our darkest days and perhaps dare to taste the salted streams which casually drown us in our insecurities, not so disimilar to the sweaty breeze that travels to wrap us in atrocities laced with bleeding fantasies...
Deeper and deeper, seemingly eternal, straining for the warm caress of sunlight... yet helpless and silent as the dire tragedy of life settles to the earth.