The Cross

Blue like the night sky, with white shimmery dots like stars.
Brown smooth twigs, like branches of a willow tree.
Tan coloured sand, bumpy like a road, also soft like a leaf.
Smooth heavy jar, with white circles that are overlapping each other.
When I rub my hand on the rocks,
It feels like a crunchy ASMR video.
Feels like dirty, dusty memory that would sit in your attic for over 100 years.
You can taste the crunchy rocky lumps and the ant food from when they were scattering around the tree.
When I press my finger against the sand, it has a feeling were you want to keep pressing until you fall asleep.