Giants On The Water
When the water makes certain shapes, our bodies move with the strange frozen fluid. What exact icy moment was it that a wave was caught still in motion? We never know the exact moment of the inception of change in our lives, but we chase after it with all our might - on a fruitless quest.
A journey through night with no fire.
But in a way, we are okay with that. The darkness becomes comfortable, and we trudge hard - with deep set steps. Our boots weigh our feet, like damp concrete.
We make creatures out of shadows, and our yawns draw out in the refrigerated air - stuck in time like cotton clouds taped on a blue bristol board.
But nothing is still. Everything moves.
If we don't move with it, we are done.
