Night falls. I keep walking. There is a heavy dew condensing all over the grass and all over my skin. I feel clammy and my skin is stretched tight as a drum.
There are two moons; one pink and the other a dusky blue. The salmon-colored moon is full; the darker one is just a thin crescent. Clouds slide over both objects hanging in the sky, like silk sheets sliding over a mattress.
There’s so much beauty in all these worlds. I can see it, but I just can’t appreciate it. Not anymore.
I must keep walking. Gotta get out.
