watershed.

it might be selfish of me, but i wish it were summer...

this water life
feels far away
feels like it's going nowhere.
everyone i know will speak of this.
they will whisper
that they saw it too.

they still don't know
don't know what they saw.

for the better?
maybe.

my questions burn like fire,
but even the water
the water is everywhere
and it can't put them out.
it needs to get out.
but these roots are not free.

they are never free.
let's hope that this ocean will find its place
will free its mind
will let me out.