Last night, I spent hours gazing upon the water and thinking about all of the things I’ve managed to destroy in my life.  I thought about how, going into this new future, I honestly have no idea if I’ll be able to keep it together; to stay on track.  There, upon the water, in fleeting form and motion, they were there atop the waves.  Dashing to and fro they hid on tattered crests, diving and swirling just beneath the surface.  They were the shadows of my creation, the shadows of my damnation, the shadows of my insanity.  They were gibbering with unseen mouths and reaching with claws made from the most corrupt and foul energy of this world.

I watched them, and I was unafraid.  I wanted them to take me.