I HAVE BEEN STARING INTO THE PASSING CAR LIGHTS GO INTO THE ABYSS OF MAN MADE PATHWAYS FOR SO LONG, I HAVE SET ASIDE AND BUILT MY CUP OF TEA TO FAIL INTO GETTING COLD.

THE CITY IS HINTING AT MY GROWING OLD.

THE LIGHTS ARE CANNIBALS, I TELL YOU. THEY STREAK INTO EACH OTHER, IMMERSE INTO ONE-NESS AND THE LIGHT THAT WINS THE FIGHT GETS TO TAKE HOME THE RIDER, TIRED. CLINGING TO THE ASPHALT LIKE BLOOD TO OXYGEN.

I AM ALONE. PART ME SIMILARLY GONE.

OR SHOULD I SAY PARTS. THE TREES ONLY TAUGHT ME SYMBIOSIS. THEY DID NOT TEACH ME THAT THE ROCKS THAT THEY ROOT INTO ARE THE BROTHERS OF GREY STRUCTURES I AVOIDED MY WHOLE LIFE. RUNNING TOWARDS A XYLEM AND PHLOEM LIKE EXISTENCE.

GIVING, GIVING, GIVING AND GIVING IN.

THE AIR KNOWS OF ITS AGE. IT HAS LIVED TOO LONG, TOO UNCHANGED. AND I HAVE LEARNED NOTHING FROM IT. INDUSTRY YIELDS A LETHARGY THE SOUL CANNOT FATHOM, AND THE CONFUSION OF THIS ENTROPY HAS YIELDED A SYSTEM OF MINING WHAT I CANNOT GIVE ANYMORE.

MY LOVE.

MY LOVE, I HAVE FAILED YOU. MY LOVE, I HAVE LET YOU GO.

I WILL NOT BLAME THE TREES OR THE LEAVES OR THE OXYGEN FOR MAKING ME BELIEVE IN THEM. THEY HAD THE RIGHT TO EXIST. AND SO DID YOU, MY LOVE. I SHOULD NEVER HAVE GIVEN YOU AWAY LIKE I DID.

NEVER IN PIECES. ALWAYS A WHOLE.

SO HERE I AM WITH MY TEA COLD. ALONE. WATCHING THE CARS PUT ON A SHOW. HOLDING A PROMISE AND A KISS IN MY HAND, TELLING MYSELF TO LET GO. 

LIKE I LET YOU GO.