Day 236 – Sand – Whispered Words

Filling,

folding,

feeding,

sucking up,

flowing in,

cascading down up me,

sticking,

trapping,

holding me in place,

screaming,

begging,

pleading,

crying out in vain,

it was a stupid thing,

I now know it to be true,

to take this trip alone,

to take this trip,

without you.

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