Something I wrote a few months ago a little after an incomplete break..<hr> Silence echoes through my mind Searching for some words that bind. A vast, dried out mud flat... The air is still. Time has stopped. The dust is frozen in air from old footprints. Where were they going? Where have they been? Looking back, they aren't mine. This isn't who I am. That's not who I'll be. Once, a river flowed here. Creatures dwelled under the cool shade of the lush trees, drank from its giving blue waters The rains came and went, making fertile the land, and prosperous the creatures. One day, the rains stopped coming. The clouds roll over, sparing not a drop, but mocking the creatures as they dried up and became part of the dust that remains. This land is no longer blessed.