and the wind was
rolling and whispering over an ocean of dreams.
ebbing and flowing, my eye barely reaching over the swell.
then over the ledge.
birds swallowed violently by a starving expanse of evergreen. moss cracked into irreparable fractions.
then to the sky.
the moon a mere shadow of its former glory, starving and wane as it fades into the light.
and then to the mind.
where you stumble upon the wide expanse of human emotion.
tumbling, twisting, and unraveling into mangled and twisted up knots.