where do I begin? the sky is so comforting. comforting like words spoken upon the dawn before the sun. slipping, I slip unnoticed, unnoticed is my state, unnoticed is essential for understanding.
the ground waits patiently, has it always waited? the droplets dance a choreography unknown, I am but one in a multitude. or am I all alone, a solitary quest of ephemeral destiny.
above, the clouds converse, whispers translating to thunder. vibrations stir the essence of me. I wonder about drownings and rivers, what stories do they harbor? harboring and sharing, an oxymoron.
Echoes of the Puddle Droplet Confluence