To My Darling Icarus, a blister in the sun, a fleck of discolored pigment, a blood-red skin spot, a stain melt and flow and bleed into the ocean. Sticky sunlight fills your waxed wings, heavy feathers, a fearful father and angry god appeasing Apollo to drown out the labyrinth rather than meeting eyes with the minotaur; eaten up by the ocean, pulling apart, a sap, a mess… I love you. I love you, but I cannot catch you… ~ Unknown (Photo by Yelena Yemchuk)