Gloom, Juun

what do you feel around a table in the gloom where you cannot see the start or the end? 

a past and future spirit rides by on a flash. 

when will this end and why is it happening? 

detached from reality, conversing in fear. 

This is not me or my truth. 

Time to ride forth and find the sun again. 

Ahh there it is. Let it hit your face.