"There's no necessity to burden oneself with absolutes..."

I am strangely dissatisfied with my currency… so lackadaisical that I lack the heart to measure my lacking. So feeble and filled with apathy that I have developed a desultory hunch – an inward, clenched gait that reeks of an expired emotion that I left behind with all the other nonsense and traces of discarded heartache.

I remember the abandonment well.

There were tiny flecks of light, but it was so dark that morning.

I grabbed the thinly haired monster by the crown of his misshaped cranium and thrust him into the irregular spasms of the oncoming rapids. The water gurgled, salivating, equally demonic and ready to abort the unwanted.

This time, the ugly mass of raw emotion plunged, unresisting into the wrath of movement – only to reappear in a less approachable form, years later – hairier, uglier, scabbed and wheezing from lack of air (and oh so ready to steal my oxygen all over again).