it's time.
all the sirens have sung their songs...all the sirens call me home now.
simply vanish. a farewell in paint and color...laughter and hugs...a long embrace...and then my flight...toward the satelite that will carry me home. back into my mother's grace.

perhaps to drink it up...to swallow it whole and bury it deep deep down...perhaps all those other people won't be here anymore. perhaps all these things i see...will simply vanish. as bark vanishes from floating wood.