From Something

I had thoughts of drowning,
as everyone does from time to time,
especially now,

be it in a dream,
in a reverse reverie of sorts,
or in the broad light of day,

And in December,
many Moons and Suns ago,
the air smelled different,
felt different,
moved different,
than it had ever before,

We had removed ourselves from civilization with purpose,
on purpose,

and in an instant,
we had, ourselves, been removed from civilization,

and with purpose,
we moved in and out of puddles of blood,
our own,
others when it came to it,

in an effort to unbreak our own hearts,
and parts,

to higher ground