of beetles and frogs

crows and caves

It won't make much sense now.
As there is nothing left.
Nothing to return to. There never was.
Just an open field. There always was.

No trees, not a stream or creek, just sharp wind that itches like a thousand blades. Huge creatures of no form float towards the horizon. It's getting cold and the sky starts to fall. Falling into the far away green of the woods, blurring into a mess of greys.

Yet, nowhere to reach, a candle gets lit. The warmth flickering and the flames performing. Shallow laughter and a sweet scent of freshly baked bread.
A single slice of ham and cheese find their way into the haunting emptiness of a man. Far away, too far away to think of, hair is dancing in a breeze.

A loud sigh, the sky falling apart into tiny bits of white, a loud cry and sobbing. The snow hurts more than the heat of the sun, the willow snickers.
Moles and worms hide from raven's sharp claws digging into their flesh. All three in great fear of the beast. The beast sleeps in a burrow near by, exhausted and bleeding.

— flee dear boy, before i crush you with my dear hands.