Last night I dreamt that you and I were swept away on a silent, deaf tide.
You, stricken, lit by the moon. I, in darkness, unheard as I tried to navigate against your rising panic; your anxiety swelling to its full.
And so we sank deep into your ink, coursing to I know not where. The pendulum of a mind asleep; an unending narrative; suspended in eternity, and racing forever into the unknown.