I'm wide awake and it's so bright

Are we all screaming infidelities against the fairies of our youth?  Our indiscretions laid bare to the unblinking darkness; silence crashing around our laughters.

Words are rubbish.  Only the things unspoken takes flight.

Back from the Arizona deserts and the Quebec roads and I feel fine.  Fine to shed off this rot, this twenty something epidermal rot.