Silhouette

The sun bleaches the pigment from my eyes, black silhouettes creep closer like mammoth ghosts and the world is indistinguishable. I follow the deep crevises in the asphalt, tiny trenches of force and destruction. For a moment I feel silent, still, and weightless; floating under a dark lake and holding my breath 'till I reach the surface, gasping for air and then repeat until I'm exhausted.

Today the world is good, my thoughts are free, and I am grateful for the ability to wonder.