I am from the cold conditions
The conditions you can’t feel your hands where the wind whistles and wipes
I am from the rocking sea witch provides comfort when need be
I am from the poets and artists but often don’t find myself on that path
I seem to walk somewhere in between
Maybe one day I will lean
Rain is like the dripping memories
A mud puddle is like confusion
A dream is like a trance
Fog is like clouded thoughts
A mountain is like a deck of cards
Busy as a clock
Happy as the moon
Big as a yell
Scary as darkness
Gentle as the stars
Fast as time
Loud as a conversation spoken without words
The tree line grows nearer but I feel nothing but fear
Fear of what lays beyond the tree line
Beyond safety
Beyond light
Maybe even beyond reality
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