The mirage of the wind chimes signalled my new beginning
As I clutched to the skull perched on my window sill, the only thing close to imitating the pressure of another’s touch.
The wind chimes, I could not see them
But their dance with the wind was mesmerising to me
4 am, the birds alerted it was a new day, I may have started it grasping at sorrow and fear but instead I clutched onto a shred of hope.
With desolation comes enlightenment, and with the wind always follows, a chime.