Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Grass


The grass whips your ankles under the wind’s insistence that nothing should remain static. Neither mover or moved has any bearing on the disappointment you feel.
Where is the will to reach further than the perimeter fence?
It’s not the ignorance that disappoints you; it’s the pride in that ignorance, the belief that the safe perimeter constructed is enough.
But the grass hides all manner of threat; microscopic, malignant, unfettered by your sense of self-belief, and you are best warned that ignorance has teeth and doesn’t discriminate when its safe perimeter is breached.



Top Photo: Otherworldly Fashion ~ Yatzer
Bottom picture: Overmedicated ~ Kayli Quinn


1 comment:

Tom said...

and I've got the scars to prove it

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