Breathing...
the air between now and then,
Spring and Fall.
It all seems so close to yesterday.
I can remember.
I remember open fields
and cascading dreams -
Hope, longing.
It was so real then.
Do you remember?
I remember cities,
sprawling, thick with smoke,
thick with people.
I remember summer days,
warm, laced with innocence,
leaving me for cold breaths.
The air feels thin, yet,
I know it's there, even when
I cannot touch it.

I feel no fear, yet I am consumed by it.
I am confident in my...
ascension? Descension? Transcension.
So many questions unanswered.
Once this final bridge is crossed,
will they become clear?
Will there be purpose?
Was this all be for naught,
or part of something grander?

As a silent breath leaves my lips,
I fall into blissful sleep.