cadmium sea will you be my friend, 'til we drown together in the end, scarlet taste, toxic beauty, tomorrow will be our last splash, traversing this withered glass.

The past year has been difficult in so many ways. It's hard to find hope in tomorrow. All you can tell yourself is that the worst is over. Hopeful that tomorrow will bring understanding and acceptance. The tide is high, but every tide quells. Once it does, I am hopeful for a time of prosperity. The voyage of voyages.