It’s a hard passage of time, waiting for things to add up. Wishing for some grand finale where everything finally makes sense. The moment of revelation when all of this pain wasn't in vain, it wasn't hurting for the sake of hurting. It's a battle zone, muddied with bodily fluids and oozing inflammation, a slippery slope in which I stand watch. Though no ships in the night find me, I still stand steady. My feet nailed to the ground, and with each voyager that chips away a part of my heart, a part ...