- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
I was a child who could fly, a wisp of bone on the wind. Dreams delivered me into the clouds, weightless above the loneliness of coming in last and failing to be beautiful.
I was a teenager caught on a spark of emptiness, a witness to lives picked apart by disease. Nightmares crept under my skin and altered the rhythm of my pulse, as I watched the memory of laughter sink into the ground in a bruised casket.
I was 21 and stumbling into catastrophe, a rage of self-destruction in combat boots. Nights without sleep led me into the arms of strangers who fed me lies and shots of whiskey, elixir for mastering the art of forgetting.
I was 32 and going blind, chosen at random by a mutation passed like a dirty secret through the blood. Darkness crept quietly behind my eyes, slowly giving me the courage to see.
I was 41, a character in a love story I believed would never be written. Comfort soothed the ache of decades spent searching for fragments of myself, chipped away by the teeth of loss and grief.