The Meadow

Unraveled the other day. Spent so long in hazy oblivion, I forgot composure & opinions completely. Blown about by the wind. It was so liberating, so freeing. Now I'm back in my rut. Back to the forced conversations. Had a conversation so dull and heavy, it burned the meadow where for a moment you turned my knees to dust. Back to bewilderment. The petals of the blooming flowers fall at dusk. The songbirds fall silent, with nothing to sing about. The conversation killed the meadow.