"Tears"

06.09.05

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The warm water splashed down the waterfall like a raging storm yet worse. I didn't realize, they were my tears. At first, it all seemed like an imaginary vision, the beauty of the river so clear and solemn but then it all ends at the rage of the fall cutting through the air like tiny blades, pounding the stones below with no mercy. Of course, it doesn't have any - it's just water falling, no life, no feelings… just nature at its best.

My tears, they're unlike the river and the waterfall. It was salty, full of feelings from where it came from, and they fall for mercy. The emotions cut through me like a uncanny reminder of I don't know what.

Tomorrow, the river will still flow… perhaps the tears no longer will.

I hope.