PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

it is a prologue of sorts;
at least it feels like one

Modiegi and I
are at the ocean

she has
never seen the ocean before

words are battling to
express what she feels

sentence structure is
creaking and groaning

I am overwhelmed
an old vessel trying
to cope with this
odd flood
of happiness

hard to tell
if we are both alive or dead.