Ice struck hard. Cracked mirror melts. Sea levels rise. We all drown.
What could happen between us. If we could watch the tide. If waves would roll over us. If we would never die.
Some people live on stilts, knocked over by the breeze, the lapping sea gently lilts, as we fall to our knees.
Not one of us is in control. Never acting out our intent. Don’t worry for what you can’t control. Your iron will is still there hell bent.