Apr 2017
The tips of the trees arch as the wind roars.
Creating an image of a thousand claws in the lakes reflection.
They stretch their long talons across the body of water.
Desperately reaching towards me.
I lean down and stretch too.
My frozen fingers grazing the waters surface.
Their claws, my frozen fingers, both grasping for each other,
but never quite touching.
Creating an image of a thousand claws in the lakes reflection.
They stretch their long talons across the body of water.
Desperately reaching towards me.
I lean down and stretch too.
My frozen fingers grazing the waters surface.
Their claws, my frozen fingers, both grasping for each other,
but never quite touching.
It's all an allusion. A cruel reflection on a lake. I seemingly keep believing that if I stretch myself just a bit more, I'll finally reach the tips of those trees. But if I keep stretching, keep believing the lie, I'll be the only one falling into the frozen water.
