Oh how wonderfully awful it must be to watch dead eyes drown and blues stereo surround. I'm waiving goodbye. But you cannot see me. The Last fading lights sinking into abysmally starry depths so far away. As the hands carry me underneath the waves. I see the flesh vegetation caught in cyclical currents. Waving goodbye.
Hung on stillness undisplayed on the wooden seat. Red paint on the lake as we float.
I am now all that remains. For we are now light a soul.
The air stilled. And all is quiet. In the forest mourning.