Waterfall

my heart grasps for her like a river grasps in fear as it reaches the final edge, collapsing into the deep of what seems to be the end of the road. As it falls, it is utterly ripped apart from the inside, torn into a thousand pieces, none alike. As it falls, the tears only get worse, more in number, the pain worsening as the pieces are driven apart from each other. As it falls, everything else seems to be a blur, a different world, nothing else does matter than the ending of the natural flow. The agony seems everlasting, worsenig each second, the deep empty hole inside its core. At the point that all pieces seem lost forever, and the pain threatens to become unbearable, there is an abrupt ending to the falling water. It crashes down into a new being, one that was already there, waiting for the pieces to come, welcoming, refreshing, wonderful. As it is reunited with the new flow of life, it seems to jump back up, sparkling in pure enjoyment, reunited with its love, reunited with itself, part of the world once more. Shortly after, it continues its journey, only stronger this time, ready for new challenges to come. Ready to go on, further and further towards the end of the flow with her.

Waterfall