A weed finally choked by sand that swirls in a bone chilling wind, it clings to everything hoping to find purchase, coming once more to rest among the dirt where it was from.
Labyrinthine veins weave through it's heart looking to find sustenance within.
Wanting to be seen it desperately seeks the sun, only to find reflections of it in the clouds.
It's roots trying to dig into the garden, looking only for it's own soul.
· Fri Mar 07, 2014 @ 10:19am · 0 Comments