repetitions in white

i am dreaming of horses that talk to me through yellow words. in chalk; on a blackboard.
the blackboard hangs from a roof that is made of glass; the sand particles have been gathered by ghost children so small you could step on their souls like an ant. trees sway in a violent wind that makes no noise. its silence is the best part of its deception. i am on a cold beach. i wear a long white dress. i am becoming smaller each time i am blown to the sandy ground; over and over.