My dearest-

As I write this, the world is turning in jellied dreams awaiting the dawn. I, however, am transient in the fluid wake of the Gulf's surf. I am headed homeward with the night trying to end, trying to bend itself into day and scream joy. I screamed joy once and the moon rejoiced by collapsing on me withina fortnight's time. Where I'm headed isn't home, though, it is a place where people go and organize themselves to make money. I've lived on shallow islands before, but none so wrenched in agony as this. Time is helping my apathy along just fine, thank you. I know what it is to care too much and I've been burned by it, have learned by it. Perhaps I've even told myself that I wouldn't fall in love with worshipping a lifestyle again. So, the other day, I began to question if all I've come to know is what I'm surrounded by. Then, the absurdity of it all hits me and I wonder why I care either way. Still, there's the wind & the sea & the occasional jumping dolphin that makes a day nice and I'll try and forget the other. And then, there's sleep, where I'm going now.