I'm on the open plain, it's so silent here.
And where the sound of my surroundings once held my senses,
Now quiet resonates.
I hear myself more than I used to.
My own head is louder than the prairie.
And dove seem to keep my attention from my ever growing thirst,
And I care more about birds than water.
When realization comes that time whips through stalks of grass,
I pull a blade and bite down.
The thin distance of what I can see is as blur of purple and blue,
My eyes water.
With all what I knew yesterday blown away,
I squint to see while wind tells me things I should have heard all along.
