Free Written Stream of Consciousness

once again i watch it melt away like snow. this feeling doesn't exist. It dissolves i watch it decompose. Slowly. Quick. Slowly. And that cycle going moving going. Every river flows. No matter what speed. Flowing flowing. Will we ever enjoy what we see? Will we ever recieve what we need? Flowing Flowing. Holding on to branches along the way. No such thing as being still. It's always going by. Hi. Bye. On the ground. In the sky. Rivers flowing, feelings growing, emotions showing, people coming and going without me ever knowing. The on lookers and spectators arent really paying attention. This river will always be this way. Want, need, dissolve, decay, love, fall apart, desire, hope, intention, invention, rising action, falling action, over and over and over and over and over and over and over flowing. How long before i sink beneath? how long does it take to drown? how long before i need to breathe? How long before i come down? Do answers even matter? it's mad. flowing. flowing. No control. The water enfolds. It's mostly cold. At best. no more no less. Things seem to be. That's all. They are what they are. Why does it bother me? Why do i hope for more? Why are my expectations so high? Coal won't change to diamonds in front of my eyes. Cop out "it takes time, it takes time" Really? Perception is the only changeable. Nothing else. Systems in place and won't erase. Rip these pages. Burn these bridges. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Write with ink. Shoot the arrow. hit or miss. are there such things? is there anything? flowing flowing. Whether or not your rowing. flowing flowing. Whether or not your rowing.