The world is gray.
Grayer then the night it started.
The breeze is cold.
My skin is lined with bumps.
Im barefoot like before.
But as i look to them,
Buried deep in the sand.
I see the cuts,
Feel the sting.
I look across the land then.
A lake shore.
A run down cabin.
Clear waters.
Ripples of the wind.
I walk to the water.
Walk in to my knees.
I feel it slowly...
Musings of a mind dreaming
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