My Escape


It washes over me.
The sound of water rushes around.
It encases me, suffocating and freeing all at once.
Running water is the epitome of what I desire.
The free flowing,
unrestricted effortlessness of what it represents is crushing,
Almost taunting. As if to say...
"I am here and everywhere,
But you can never truly be a part of me,
You may engage me and try to interact with me
but you'll never be what I am"
You'll never be free like me.
Free flowing- free to scrape the earth.
Free to let it be known that I am here and I will make a mark.

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