Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read

And suddenly the swirling stopped. Abruptly.
Stranded and staggered, as if the past carried emptiness.
Struggling for a push or a pull, I almost knocked myself off my feet.
The sand beneath me eroding and the wind shuffling past.
Yet, there I stood rooted.
All I could wish was someone to resume the play that has been paused.
