Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
*Please if any part of you still loves me we have a chance. Nothing is so broken than it can’t be fixed by the hand of God. He’s who brought us together. Please reach out for me, for us. I’m lost without you. My star grows dim. Please reach out.