My personal cloud plays Enya as it leaks across the middle years of my life. I can’t say where the road goes, but this packet of ambien and tourmaline justice is going under my tongue. I danced on a blue velvet stage once for a hunter who at the end of my dance decided to kill me. But when he shot his arrow the stage collapsed under me, and I fell through to a world where the crimson edges of knowledge fade to black. Light a candle for me on the lip of the conquering darkness. Take my life and paint it black.