i am a drop of ink falling. when i brace myself for the page and hit water instead, i feel anger and love, anger and love.
hitting the page is to moan and solidify, to be forever bound. to always worry without cause, for nothing ever changes.
hitting the water is to moan and divide, to moan and multiply. to always disbelieve, for nothing ever stays the same. to fear the end, and be surprised with new beginnings. to begin, again and again.