Ends

You see it begin to crumble, watch the edges burn around you and the flame draw closer. The fever rages around my belly and all I can think is let it burn. I dream of getting rid of it all, again, of new horizons and fresh clean pages. There’s a disease in that madness, surely, but there is life too, and you never quite know who’s to win your battles.

Images of sunshine stream before me, of palm trees and blue oceans, of strange languages and foreign foods. Of mad souls who may understand this fever, who will not try to temper it to fit the mold. I know this feeling, I know this person. Deadlines draw themselves on my calendar, the hurricane gathers strength. The answer is closer now than ever before.

Get ready to grab it.