Analogy / The Woodcutter
Not black, not white. On a greyscale, A shade more on the darker side. Light hearted clouds in camaraderie, out for a cotton candy break. Condensed molecules of vapour no longer weighing them down. A drop that claimed to be distant fell upon a leaf who believed his claim. Sparks of callous connection trudged deep. How, why, what or when are questions for entropy (to answer). Entropy - who took on the role of Cupid, for an evening. He resigned that post, that very night. They began to dance, a slow waltz. Orchestrated by winds - carefree and young. The raindrop making his way through her veins. Wondering if they were real, she gazed into his eyes. In the drop was a reflection of a different time. He had stopped listening while her insides were still singing. As unexpectedly as he'd come, he left too. Slipped away with the ease that fluids do. The leaf tried to justify her drop. ( hers, was he ? ) She did, for quite some time. One day she took off