Trees barren in this moment of clarity
A black sky littered with with puffy specs of gray
And a wind chill that raises the hair on your neck
And they break,
Not the branch from the tree,
Not the bursting of water from a spec of gray
But my thoughts.
They spill all over the ground as if my mind had evaprated
They ooze from every crevice of my body.
My pores expand and invisible words seep out with no restraint,
And I am left empty.
Those things that haunted me finally escaped me.
A moment that I had been waiting for,
I was clear, transparent;
A clean, yet blank, space.
But without those thoughts I was left with no reason to move.
I was paralyzed because nothing was pushing me
What is a breeze that does not cool,
What is a tree with no branches,
And what is man with no thoughts that keeps him running?
Not from his inner thoughts,
But running to that place,
That place breaks those thoughts that haunts him…