Find me at the bottom of the hill.
When the sun is set,
and there’s nothing but the wandering ghosts looking for their home.
Sullen and Pensive
they march on, thinking of a yesterday that never came.
But The Moon will guide them where they need to go.
Fog obscures truth,
trees sway silently to hidden notes,
and the overwhelming rhythm of life has been silenced.
Sometimes it’s scary how much you can seem to miss it when it’s gone.
What was once all so chaotic is now all so still.
It’s all just so still.