"u just uncovered a whole new realm of sigh potential. congrats... sigh"- RS

a pocket of memories. fly away up to the clouds. and disappear behind the rolling fog.  where i can't see them. crystal drops teeter on the tip of the moon. fall and break on pools of air. ripples turn into tides and they crash into the universe. cacophony. not heard. it rides the winds that swirled up in storm. catching the bubbles that held all within. pop. and they tumble back down on a windy cascade. dancing. and land on your hair while you sleep.