time

I could try to rewrite what I told Tracy yesterday, but I don't think it'll be successful, so I'll

Passing thin air draws my breath farther and farther away from me as the sense of sunset passes me through the fragile glass window. Light penetrates as it never has before, burning darkness away , revealing hidden nooks and corners. Walls crumbling as if by magic or a tidal wave drowning me in overwhelming water. You reach your hand through, but for something beyond understanding and I wonder when I would resurface.