Ecrivaine32
Sometimes life is crowding us, crashing into us like waves that toss us, pummel us and make us feel lost. We feel we wish we could make a breakout, escape, have an original thought, and just sail away into our own little harbor where we don't face as many expectations or fears.
The ocean, the rivers, the rain as it cascades down the side of a hot, tin roof. Rivulets dancing and moving in rhythmic motion as they travel down, down toward the ground, the parched ground awaiting them to quench its need.