Yesterday, the clouds sat like rabbits in the sky, fluffy, grass ends sticking out of their pale little mouths. Today, they hang low like empty skins, having been drained of life overnight. Their spirits took refuge in my heart and now it swells with the dreams of rabbits. Of running, leaping with the hot breath of the fox close behind. Of trying to fly, floating off the ground from pure need and hope then falling down again into the tearing embrace of fear. I had vowed long ago to never dream again, because if my dreams were to be nightly soaked in fear and blood then I would rather not dream at all. Not this time. No, I will take it all. Years of silence and wondering is worse than the fox’s deadly embrace.
|Photography by Mari Lowery Photography. Click the photo to go to the Etsy shop for this artist.|