Water...

I want to be penetrable, not like water that runs the risk of drowning us and sends wrinkles to your palms which glare out the future, I’d love to read in them; 

I want to be penetrable like an inference made when everything seems lost, everything is broken, a voice in the distance “there’s always now”. I believe it. I’ve believed it since yesterday. 

I begin to finally breathe that fraction slower, calming down to a gentle flow, and then some more, to freeze and break off from the ruin. Though, this is where the real fight begins. 

My neck hasn’t been broken yet but it’s sore and I’m tired.

What has left can’t be followed.