march 3rd, 2019 — 2:11 am.
my eyes never seem to perspire as much as they do staring into the ripples that meant something to me and you.
i advise my allies to take advice from my previous antics,
but alas, you can’t be baptized by the discord of this pond.
in those waters, i searched for diamonds in the rough,
experiencing every movement the water made
memorizing the patterns in which they went.
but when all things settled and the stillness of the pond remained the only thing in sight,
i found fools gold instead of gems,
reflecting myself as what i’ve discovered.