eleven

without a word, i move away. in seconds, i am over the concrete railing that separates me from the river below. the two or three flights of air passes me quickly, and the last thing i remember is the cold water encompassing.

the sun begins to light up the sky and you are home now. this journey has come to an end, leaving behind only the memory. you read these words and i'm looking back. i can see you now. you invited me into your mind, so i've traveled through light and now i look across your face as you stare through me.