Ruggles Kerr

Purgatory

It was too quiet, even for the trees. I could feel the wind breeze past the edge of my shoulders, but it did not seem to shake the grass. Nothing, not even the birds, had a song to sing that day. How long have I been here? I wondered. I often wonder such a thought, and the inevitable fear that this world is stuck between two designs haunts my mind. Especially when the wind does not bother the leaves.