I think I know where I want to go,
He said, clutching at the straws in his sweaty hands,
I want to somewhere alone,
I need to understand seclusion,
To be swallowed by the gentle calm of solitude,
And embraced as a brother by isolation.
Tears streaked swollen cheeks,
As their eyes met for the final time,
Determination glowed a dull red in his wide irises,
There was no stopping him now.