solace

Distant cries tapper off in the distance. Unkown kind calls for an anwser. Clouded skies, dark and grey whisp down to the floor. Stillness, silence, quiet, pure. Nothing moves, only the sound of my mind. Solitude, alone, nothing taking away, just alone to soak. A moment to be, a moment to find. Drowning trickles off unseen water. A thirst for the wild. A quench for hunger. For this moment will soon pass, and never be more.