I have festered too long; my mind is musty, and it is time to clean the attic. One eye is green, yes, but the other is blue.
Many thanks to carolynn, Snapdragon, Rosie, and Destinysday for the critique. This work would be nowhere near as splendid as it is now without you. I love you all.
Now, housekeeping: I am okay. This work is insomniac thoughts put to paper from weekly midnight arrivals home. I will not die on any of you, and I have people and support systems. All is well with me, and I hope all is well with all of you.
Sweet dreams. Stay alive.
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?