Proverbs 17:17 "A friend Loves at all times."
Ears muffled by the wind as it whisks the dirt and smell of dry leafs against my side.
Blowing around without grace, throwing my hair out of place without regard.
Heavy-flat on my feet, like simple stone still, as the cold blows through me.
Scared to be blown away into waiting pavement traveling further behind me.
An array of ice fallen blush, my cheeks becoming rosier.
Time doesn't seem to exist much.
People cease away further in the back of my mind.
Breaths good and deep, walking alone in between the fragments of a starless night in March.
No rush to go home, no fear for danger.
Stupid yes, but without difficulty.
Simple even still, although peace-less.
The back of the mind blanking out in frustration, sore feet, tired legs.
A bliss-less bliss as I slowly watch myself walk to hell.
It could be an empty feeling really.
Passive only to this block in the world.
And that mass of rock above me.
Watching.
Floating there, In the sun's light, not doing much.
Too many waisted nights looking up at a ball of crust and thinking it beauty beyond myself.
A rock of ash and creators.
Seeing it again and again each night- but each night like it's the first time.
A new view everyday.
But beyond me everyday it's still nothing.
A White mass of nothing.
Pulling our oceans, changing shape by the season.
Why do I call you beautiful?
In a night -I look forward to it's moon.
A glowing stone.
Above all I mock it as it sits on my struggle with eyes empty like mine could never be.
But if it should fall, and shatter into pieces, there'd be more sorrow than panic.
And it you should fall to break my heart in this emptiness of night...
There always, even if I don't show, to be there no longer?
I'd lose a friend.