Shaping a Single Grain of Sand - Textures

Starting with the sound

The sound of a drop

Shaping a single grain of sand

Seeping through time

Draining the enigma

The hunt is on

And as fear dictates the design

For the grand escape

And it’s slowly breaking down the branches

Breaking through

Negative energy

Turn the flow

Forcing this gravity to its knees

A crumbling statue decimates the posture

Leaving but a shadow of the former self

The eyes turning from crystal to blur

Revealing but a fraction of the brightness they once had

Spiraling

Further into the deep

Losing grip

Tearing this soul away at the seams

Breaking free

From this energy

Turn the flow

Breaking through

Tearing this soul away at the seams

Forcing this gravity to its knees

Circuits overload

Flooded with dopamine

Receptors malfunction

Dendritic trees wither and turn to dust

Washed away by a drop

Shaping a single grain of sand

The price paid becomes irrelevant

Reflections on actions become impossible

The descent continues

As the ties to the surface grow thinner and thinner

You’re disconnected

Sunken in deep slumber

This silence soothes my thought

There’s no stronger connection to ourselves than to be alone

Dragging water into the sea

Throwing fire at the sun

Breathing air into the wind

Digging up earth before the avalanche

I’m breaking through

Washed away by a drop

Shaping a single grain of sand

Seeping through time

Leaving a

Drained enigma