there.

there it could all be. i see the horizon again. submersion has lead to delirium, but i am sure i have found the sun soaked shores of the midwestern skyline. i can make it out just over the hills, the sun splintered by the crops yet to be taken. it is beautiful. i may be coughed on it's shores soon, with no choice but to find and fight it. circumstance crumbles before contentedness.