Written by: Jennifer Ratcliffe

Good to have realised
but I already did,
that friends and people
pass and go,
but still;
the water walks alone.

Magnificent you suddenly appreciate
but I already grovel,
at the foot of the Earth
at the foot of your being,
but still;
the water walks alone.

And I keep seeming to give
that you all own me.
Some snare in the rope,
but it is mine!
I want the echo's
to stand up hairs on your belly.
But still;
it's only boxed water.

My blood and love despise me.
and I never understood why
I am unforgivable.
Perhaps it's just nature.
Sanding away my skin
drinking in suffocation
drowning out...