Silence
Pure silver
Dripping down
The branches of trees wrap around my waist as I look down
Down
Down
A woman sits on a orange lit patio
A young girl creates and destroys in the comfort of the silenced dark
She waters her flowers
She types and types
Until her thoughts disappear
Until her fingers are bone
Deep into my hazy depths as I sway back and forth following the movements of their heads
Moving along with the waves...