The Loch

Give me a second to compose myself,
This world is too taut to leave this alone,
As I take my first steps and first breaths,
In a land both nonsensical and elegant,
I breathe in the smell of wet grass and smoke,
The faint tingle of an open fire raging somewhere in the distance,
It causes my nose to twitch and I look towards the loch,
Its still waters aghast with tension,
But I feel it not,
It’s funny how nothing’s ever as bad as you believe it will be,
Flamboyant and predictable,
And yet our primal minds cannot accept this before it is obviously so,
a raindrop hits the loch and a ripple flutters its way through the water’s sallow skin,
And my heart skips a beat.


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