As the shadow creeps beyond my vision, growing longer, I will turn to face the dying star up in the sky. I'm forgetting all the wonder and the memory of you, as I learn to face the paradox of you and I. There's a beauty in the gloom that always overthrows me. I return to start the end of everything in me. And now all the waves come crashing down and I am drowning. Is this deepest water or is this infinity?