I know i said I wouldn't.
but i did.
am i sorry?

waterfalls crash onto youngsters below, but somehow have the audacity to keep flowing. somehow the trickle of feelings i'm letting loose isn't exactly comparable.

how, then? is there a a way to define the traitorous leakage defining my being at this moment, in others?

no. perhaps not.

so maybe it would be better
to just let this waterfall
crash