Leaning into Glass
I am wearing my reflecting, protector goggles as I run from my thoughts.
My home and mind are filled with dark shadows. I see light so I lean my thoughts in that direction.
I look out the window searching for the trees.
The glass is opening
no it is cracked,
Nothing but wind is getting through to me.
The wind sounds like my heart that is screaming like the voices of the elements
clashing together violently.
Changing the velocity of the wind.