Stones don't shatter until it's already too late. Watching leaves, wind-sent blowing over for a moment & flying away again, intrigued by the freezing-warm stones that somehow seem content to be so alone. The ways an old memory sticks to one place, it can be so amazing. A wavy shape appears, I think the shadows are really understanding me. 'This is really who I am, I am lost & confused.'I am a reality, but also a contradiction.
