Slow Seeds

Flashes of dying from the moving music. A bittersweet melancholy song emanating from waning cells. A setting sun, so beautiful, even though you know it will soon be swallowed by night. Thirsty trees and grasses, yellow in Summer, getting ready to let their dry appendages go, pieces that steal too much rain from their roots. … Continue reading Slow Seeds

Phantom Limbs

A hollow deep in my core, something missing before sleep. I don’t know what was there before, and maybe it’s still gone in the morning. Maybe it’s pain and sickness stealing pieces in each surge that never return. Maybe it’s the stress of running on Ethereal legs to gather the perfect flowers in time to … Continue reading Phantom Limbs