Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. - Janine Andrews

ghost crab

the ocean is restless tonight and the moonlight breaks apart then comes together like the hearts of hopeless lovers the earth turns just slow enough to see and not see the stars move your shadow walks along the waves crest passes ever so slowly and is eventually devoured by the night though I strain to still see ghost crabs dance silently free of their daytime tombs indifferent to this pathetic being lost in useless thought they scatter as the Sun begins to rise and more of them bring their chairs

© Deckard


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