[ There are explanations which are hard to understand ]

There are decisions which can be taken in moments where ones thoughts are so disconnected that no reason can be made out of it what so ever. Yet one bears the burden of such act as a willing altruist giving out aid when receiving of it can never be verified. One then beholds such action in his portfolio and continues to paddle along the stream of occurrences. The weeping willows in the riverbank possess the power or reminiscence, they help one dwell thoroughly on every small ethereal leaf each gently humid from the morning dusk of the persons awakening. That morning signifies the forever evident change, in the pattern of one’s life eloquent embroidery. The ongoing project of oneself – that of becoming- the one which has no terminal, continues. What shall unravel no one may conceive, yet the remembrance of that day paddling down the river shall remain subtly in our subconscious album.

the streams

The dawdling drop dampens the cheek living itself its salty footprint forever existent.