I need to ride the Ferris wheel. I need to reach the sun. I think one day maybe I’ll reach it. Or I’ll find her. Or I’ll break my body against the earth and never heal. One will come first. One will come, eventually. One must. But I feel her absence. Not just from my life, but from this world. The spectrums seem a little darker, stripped of that shifting, oil-slick hue.
