Like bullets in the wind.
But soon they will all find their place.
I have found mine,
which is here.
I've never noticed how loud silence really
It invades me like a foreign nation,
yet I welcome the change.
minutes away sounds like an approaching car.
Or do approaching cars sound like the wind?
It was here first.
That is what this is all about.
I notice everything now.
I can see it all.
The star-blasted sky stretches across the
laying just moments above the shadows.
Is it a barrier,
Binding all of creation?
Or is it the sole symbol of infinity and freedom?
I may never know,
But it doesn't matter.
I imagine myself thrusting up toward it,
Away from all these busy distractions.
Away from the cluttering leaves,
Away from the ivy's suffocating grasp.
I can breathe again.
I am free.