VirtuousSword

the time was getting long, except for its feet, so it fell down, and hit its head time started spinning, or its head was spinning, or its perception of time was spinning, and time was lying dead stars were shining but not here on these eyes, dazed confounded and unseeing, yet every sparkle was reflected in the ocean, where there were no place for being the moon was even colder, looming over the face of the earth like a kiss the mountains were arching towards the sky proudly, or maybe they were arcing heavenwards in bliss the hands were reaching into the sky never to touch what they could not keep could the moon's tears fall to our world and stir the ocean deep and deep? still the eyes were not open, less so when they were crying and the mouths were yawning open but not for air nor food, but for screaming and for crying and the thoughts were like a storm so thick, like pages of a book, who could read an entire page with just a single look? if only the eyes could see yes