This week’s theme is “Confusion.”
Where I was, was where I ran.
A place open, open for all of us.
Blue skies, skies clear.
Warm breeze, breeze in my mane.
Where I am now, now I am not running.
A place closed, closed with just me.
Gray skies, skies clouded.
Cold air that stings, stings my face.
What happened to my life?
Rey’s Interpretation: Decay, new growth. Towering, a lean to. Thriving, failing. Beauty, visual cacophony. What do you see here?