wildest fantasies
in my wildest fantasies, I stand in a river, without a glance of mistrust towards where my feet stand, to the enigmatic inky place my eyes cannot see, the literal heart of darkness in which I stand is not the stuff of macrabe alleys and ominous streets, it is the stuff of the universe, a floating pinprick in the bending of space, i am infinite and despite this otherworldly feeling, i feel solace in the solidarity of the water and the mystical forces that move it. -anna sluder