The tree's fingertips screech against the water
Swirling indents cry of the river's scars
The sun tricks a rainbow, trapping color against cold, clear lenses
And the trees forget to wear green when I uncover my eyes

I see a thousand languages, hear countless cities
So many cities that I could never place a foot in them all
Not even if all I ever did was walk

Somewhere before my eyes,
The bubble pops.

Blue and green splash down on my bleeding hands
A small puddle burning holes in the floor
To my reflection stuck in its borders, I repeat the only words I know

Is this all?

She never answers.