They will see us waving from such great heights....

I caught you in a photograph, a mix of chemicals and the right amount of light and your figure appeared, proving to me that you were somewhere at sometime. The past existed, that's what I saw. It reminded me of dark room hours at highschool, everything bathed in black and muted red, a chemical smell that assaulted your nostrils. I would plunge my hands into a silky ocean and feel the grains of bodies and scenery swell and develop beneath my fingers.

Explorations of time and space, an adventure into a world that doesn't exist for anyone else. It's home to me. It feels like I'm getting closer to home, and further away from everything else. One day I'll be back there and it will be like I never existed. Will you let me show you where this path before me leads? I'm scared of holding someone's hand, of letting someone else see what I see. This is such a lonely world that I belong to. Are you sure you want to come?

Words of a prophet, eyes of the dead. People are falling away like dead leaves, saying I've changed, not understanding. I will be alone until the end. And then some.