Up here, you could lose yourself I lost myself, a few times. You could convince yourself you were flying. I did, I have. Am I not?

Well, you couldn't do this on an aeroplane Could you? Not with all the rules. Well I did, Sort of. Didn't I?

It's a very thing line, between twelve flights of stairs And a jumbo jet. Or at least it could be, Couldn't it. It was for me, Wasn't it?

You don't need wings to fly. Believe me, And you won't die. Probably. I didn't, Or did I?

Consumed by a shattered warmth. The welcoming caress of water to a dried mouth has no place here. For such an unkind setting, it is strange to see the light of life appear so dark. The man passes through like misplaced ink. Innocence received so violently.

To continue, to persevere, brings only the unknown. The only solace here is to return to the dark. Yet he is reminded of the water's cruelness. Home seems so far away, warmth and comfort forgotten long ago. This is all that is known, for now at least.

The journey, taken upon by this lone soul, has been far from what a child would consider 'adventure', though an adventure in the crudest sense of the word. With such distance between the known and now, is this it? Is this home?

Magic is what happens when the sun rises. The cry of light, Nights blanket, Plush, plush velvet Torn from the earth.

Magic is what happens when the sun rises. The scream of illumination, A resting peopl, Stillness, peace Their sanctuary now vulnerable.

Magic is what happens when the sun rises, But evil never sleeps with the light on.

Here, conscious of my placement, I stand planted atop an outcrop of magnificent rock. "Elevate the body, elevate the mind." I recalled the words that had stumbled across me earlier that lifetime, a truth I had come to realise. I gazed upon the expanse below me, the vibration that beckoned to us drifters. The city. I decided to remain up here, for this is my sanctuary.