And you turn to him, standing silently onboard again, his beautiful eyes turned to the horizon as if searching for something he desperately longs to find. And you can think only of another universe, in other circumstances where everything was different yet the same, where that gaze was trained on you. This has happened before. The sparrow trapped in your ribs screeches and claws. ~~ A small project where I try to write as many random linked pieces as possible whenever I can, a slightly edited stream of consciousness type thing. ~~