akiva
rage
anger
dirt
blood
blue sun strikes
fear
desperation
laugh
wind
people
the sunny day rose around me on this grassy hill, the breeze blowing just right, strafing clouds across the not too warm sun, while i realized, i missed you.
alone, empty. waiting for the family it misses to eat with it once again.
lays in wait for the unsuspecting child half asleep in her fathers arms as he walks along the ocean front. dreams spill forth like ink. creeping farther and farther into the blackness of night.
gazes up through the waters at the child peering down, both in mute shock at the horror of the other. the stories that each would tell will fill a generation of listeners for hours to come.