I am a lake; shallow at the edge yet deeper as you go. There is no notion of how my thoughts formed. You do not know what lies inside. You’re not aware of what has been tossed into me – what has been added or removed. My surface is shattered when sticks, stones, and other unmentionables are thrown into me. The rain replenishes what has been taken away. I am a lake – darker and colder as you go. I am bottomless – that is how it looks. But the bottom is filled with rocks – I’ve been there. I feel the rocks, brushing against my feet on a daily basis, constantly reminding me of their presence. On the surface I am calm and smooth, but underneath I am a turning sea, floating and moving.
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