small and shallow, the flowers fade away into the distance, as i walk a path of darkness. the deep seas uphold the little valor, left by what was once light, once a safe place. but what is left for me; what is left for a restless soul? i ponder, ponder over which the beauty of the soul has left in my wake. there is nothing; nothing is an aching comfort, a grip of the hand from a distant memory, a distant past. i truly was someone. here i am now, plunging into the abyss.