Standing in your center of gravity Brushing aside wide, wistful, worrisome, wet leaves of the forest Life cuts into the nightmarish amethyst of the night, stumbling into holes falling, screeching into the nanosecond of that space Dappled waters ripple Floating transparently A melodious silence; The gentle pull of breath
This is an old crumpled piece of paper I found in my room from a long time ago ~ Enjoy