Aug 21
Sand crumbles to glass
Glass births a stone
The Stone greets a hand thrown in anger
Hand becomes a body
Body returns to sand
The Sand holds no memory of it's maker
Glass births a stone
The Stone greets a hand thrown in anger
Hand becomes a body
Body returns to sand
The Sand holds no memory of it's maker
Wow, it's been aaaages since I was inspired to write something, though I'm not really sure where the idea came from.
Somehow the imagery of violence undone and the cyclical nature of things really resonated with me.
Hope you like it
Somehow the imagery of violence undone and the cyclical nature of things really resonated with me.
Hope you like it
