It was cold tonight, the wind shivering as the world grew cooler, quieter. The moon hid tonight, slithering behind bloated clouds filled with rain.
I Was Running Down A Hallway. Everything was washed out, grey, and shades of black. It smeared the edges of the dream, like charcoal paint brushes, leaving the edges distant and blurry.
When the man who works the wine section pauses in his tracks to make sure you’ve found everything you “really need…are you sure?”
I Am The Waves In The Ocean And The Roots Of The Trees. I am Wind and Thunder and Rain.