Commanding the ground,
Settling upon the seas of green enclosed in trimmed hedge rows,
Snaking between the trees filling up canyons with the sustenance of life.
Edging ever closer.
Seeping through each layer.
Moister itches the cells.
Droplets wander down tendrils.
Caressing the skin.
Faces weather.
The lines of time form.
YOU ARE READING
Haze.
ŞiirThese are the post-medication thoughts. It is unknown how long it will take to complete, feeling is the sacrifice made for sanity.
