And A ********* Runs Through It
03-11-2015, 02:32 AM
I don't know what I am anymore.
But today I am a river, flowing endlessly and surging swiftly, where I go I cannot know. I am a river with an indeterminate end, and an unfathomable source.
Today I am free to be what I wish.
Yesterday, or maybe last week. I do not know how long. All I know is that this stream started as a trickle, and I have watched it grow into a raging river. But before this I was made to be something not unfamiliar- yet terrifying.
It begins as a nagging pain, somewhere near my thoughts.
It manifests as visions of a world that confuses me as much as it causes me pain.
But today I am a river.