Ripples

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 impressions 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...