memories float past like dust.
2weeks ago soo recent.
no frolicking.
no skipping.
my field is empty
i no longer hear the happy sounds of
laughter, joy, and good times.
my field is empty.
i remember a younger time.
now dissolving into the abyss.
i always knew it would come to this.
my field is empty.
in the center of the grass i lay.
imobilized. unmoving. but breathing.
ill take it all in. like the first breath. like my last.
my field is no longer empty.
theres me.
center, with the help of gravity.
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