2 more thoughts

A thought: Drifter

The sands over time they drift with the winds flow,
with the winds strength they rhythm the fallen snow,
white top the waves of lakes, oceans, and seas.
The leaves, grass, and hair shake with the breeze.

Smoke, clouds, and balloons dance in the show,
caught in the drifting and movements they flow.
Drifting my thoughts as I stare down each view,
following the rhythms as a drifter does do.

A thought: Looping

I've been waiting for this site to bring sight to me,
waiting for the eye catching movements in front to see.
Feeling devastated thinking the looping thoughts,
the ones that remind me, reliving that day of shots.
Watching, replaying those moments over and over again,
stuck picking the scabs and ignoring the pain.
I've been waiting to be distracted from this show,
hoping, wishing, wanting for this site to reveal its flow.