#61 Falling
No matter where his gaze lingered the peace his heart longed for was always just out of reach. The high walls he stood upon, though hard and stony beneath his feet seemed to rise and fall with his breath. The garden below, where he ought to have found sanctuary mocked him with its silent greenery, the song of life he had always been so attuned to leaving a void that drained him of hope.
And over all, a keening wail cut like a knife poised to sever that part of him that made him he.
He was falling, falling into the arms of the sea and nothing would ever be the same again.
