Sitting by the edge of the water, listening to the sounds of nature. The water is high and fast. From snow melt and a week of constant rain, the intensity of the river has changed. It doesn't resemble the memory I have of a calm, peaceful body of water from last year. Life and time has changed it.
Sitting by the edge of the water. Overwhelmed with a feeling of sadness, hopelessness, and frustration. Some call it depression. The water is me, unexpectedly flowing out of control.
Sitting by the edge of the water. On the verge of becoming one with the water. Wondering what is the point? Why do I try when my efforts get me nowhere? What am I doing so wrong? What is so wrong with me?
Sitting by the edge of the water. Contemplating life and death. Watching families interact with their children. Children so full of life and hope. Representing all the good in the world. Showing the circle of life in full swing.
Sitting by the edge of the water, listening to the sounds of nature. The water is high and fast. From snow melt and a week of constant rain, the intensity of the river has changed. It doesn't resemble the memory I have of a calm, peaceful body of water from last year. Life and time has changed it. However, its comforting to know that given some time, it will come back down and I'll be left with another memory of a calm, peaceful body of water.
Sitting by the edge of the water. The water is me, unexpectedly flowing out of control. Holding onto one fact I know to be true: given some time I will slow down and revert back to my calm, peaceful self.
