Cows Go Wild

Time goes by, like a sweeping tidlewave of emotion.
It sweeps you up, rising over your head, drowning you scream.
It leaves you stranded, alone on a deserted island.
A river of doubt flows through this land, and you are constantly drinking from it.
Memories of little trucks, seen through the white washed window of my room, constantly zooming by on their way to everywhere. Black night swoops in, covering the insland like a blanket filled with fear. Fear of spiders, scorpions, snakes, and other critters that climb on your body leaving death in their wake.
Sun shining on a once again deserted island, the cows will eat the grass that will grow over your bones, and after a while they will forget about you and all that was your past.