i sit and cry for a good 15 min and look down at my reflection and wait for birds to fly by.i hear a distant calling for there kit....im kit me and only me.i dance act foolish,smile,dream and of course love but for some reason they think im owned by them.i cry for the dead,the suffering,the happy,the poor,and for my mother and father who died.i cry from pain that my tears leave a strait line down my cheek.im in love and im being forced to marry whom i dont love.so i cry until i cant no more then sit  by the water that runs blue.

  i sit up at the snap of a twig bow ready.






                     ~river