Wind Down

wind. the wind begin to ascend. reach for anything, as the air has no end.

but soon, you'll wind down through the air with only the cold, hard ground meeting you there.

feel the soil running through your nose. it's a wound down music box that doesn't know how it goes.

it's a simple memory that falls apart as it grows. it's a simple memory that falls apart as it grows.

now that picture is cracked and the color is gone. and the last thing I remember I can no longer see. there's a tree that grows into a tree that collapses. but from there, it goes off into the scenery.