"Baa, baa, baaaaa" bleated Sally. "Life on the Renaud farm is blah, blah, blaaaah," she complained. "Nothing ever changes. Same sheep. Same hill. Same rocks... WHOOPS!" The stone beneath Sally's hoof ... [+]
Like a waterfall Flowing over the aged jagged rocks It has formed over the years. The rusty gutter succumbs, Freedom. The water gushes from this escape route. I sit here in the quiet Listening to the aquatic drama; The stillness of the dark Against the rush of water; I embrace it. But then the dog snores. I listen for your breath. Not out of concern But to still feel we have a connection Of some sort. Desperation on my part. I sit here in the quiet. Happy in the darkness; I know I can breathe Without you.