Here. No one knows where.

Ok....

There were places I used to go when I wanted to spill...
But one has been compromised and lost,
One is...too... open,
The other, too closed.

Pity. The first was perfect, but just as I discovered that you knew about it, I lost access to it.
Ah well.
Some things cannot be undone.

Others, on the other hand, can be.

Again, I find myself drifting on a seamless sea. Lost.
You feel so distant; I have no idea how to reach you. The worst is I feel you trying to reach back through the mists, but all you grasp is empty air as I withdraw into myself.


Is it really possible?
Might we die?