Alone and still

those tymes
When you just want to be alone
when the world is no longer turning
everything in tyme has stood still.
The moon no longer overlaps the sun
and the grass no longer grows,
The trees fall back
and the leaves have no need to wilt.
"Stars?"
turns into a question that no one can answer.
Still, like the evening wind,
but can you truly call it wind if nothing is blowing,
if the leaves on the ground never move and
your hair is never pushed back by itself.