AndreRaj

There was nowhere to go, no friend to turn to. The darkness and the total adding itself. A great whirling whisper made him look to the sky, The wind through which he rushed. Where do you find a teacher? Help me to see. To see... There was only the singing of the thimble-wasps in her tamped-shut ears, Her not caring whether it came or went. A wax doll melting in its own heat. Hear what I have to say, Nobody listens anymore! I saw the way things were going... To see things... changed. Two pale moonstones looked up at him, Buried in a creek of clear water, Over which the world ran, not touching them, In complete darkness. She seemed to be wait