It climbs out from the yellow orb in the sky and it whispers into my ear, Don’t do it.
I recognize the conflict between my place here and the place I want to be.
I know I don’t want to be anywhere without you. And I am, yet I’m still breathing.
Miserably, but I’m still kicking.
I don’t think I need, I don’t think I need, I don’t think I need…
I don’t think.
And so the crystals and specks of dust from the orb call out to me.
They call out to me and tempt me with what might have been on the other side.