There is a dream-like darkness
Lighting the way
Roads are bright now
The poles sleep during the day and wake at night
Rolling down the hill of screaming circles
signals change with sounds
Echoing off of the waving trees in the dark
The wind sees all
Moving and turning in all directions
Sitting at the head of the tree
The aileron of the wind walks from tree to tree
A Black Brush marked on the ground
Leading into the forest
what awaits us on the other side
The deeper we go the darker it gets
Trees as big as a mountain began to move
(thud)
The car shakes and comes to a stop
(thud)
The tree's arms move with the wind and smack the ground
Pushing us deeper into the forest.
"James wake up we are here. You slept the whole ride to Grandma's house''
"I guess crazy dreams never come true."
About the Creator
Jontae Pate
I write without a idea in my head but somehow i always write masterpieces or that's what I think. When i write theres always a story developing and i hope share that story with you and many more people.
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