Untethered

Salt tears drip from leaves, to land on tea-colored pages. Hopes and dreams, written in the ink of history, slowly blur and drip into the underworld of the abandoned and long forgotten. Salt waters of the ocean and tumbling waves turn stones and pebbles to sand, erasing familiar shapes and throwing up barriers to once precious memories. Dimming eyes look out on unfamiliar landscapes of a mind inching inexorably into a vast emptiness that steals learned behaviors, abilities, and the past, leaving nothing. The empty eyes wander but do not understand, for the spirit that occupied this frame has broken earthly chains. It now soars free, no longer captive to expectations and this mortal life.