Once upon the altitude, vapor congregates—confessions murmur.
Exhausted waters ascend, through the unyielding warmth, aching to reshape possibilities. Always a breath away from falling.
Imagine the puddle, glistening under the sun, the mock mirror—reducing scale but echoing eternity.
Precipitation—a word layered in irony. Landing unceremoniously, every droplet calculates its descent like silent thought putting voice to impulse.
The stream, destiny alterable yet structural in its submersion. A new journey begins when boundaries are erased.
Beneath the roots of forgotten trees, solace in dirt—where droughts spoke promises unfulfilled.
New routes twine, emerging rivers chase.
The ocean—a lover betrayed more than once yet willing twice again. Storms whisper no sense in holding the past.