I sit on our porch. The breeze is cool, I'm terribly warm. I'm in my underware trying to feel numb. Trying to let go of the things that swim around and consume my thoughts. I can't. There's something bringing me back from my deep meditation and absolution of guilt and dread.
Why is it nagging? Why won't it leave?
I close my eyes and let the air and breeze consume me. I'm one. I'm nothing. I'm invisible.