339/365 wintry mix.
339/365 wintry mix. (Photo credit: kharied)

slowly paddle through the lake
that consumes the remnants of our heartache
not only from ourselves
but also from others ;

someday we must go through
waters of black and waters that swallow
our legs and arms and fingers and hair
and bodies and brains and souls and hearts

sometimes we must run through
endless rains and dry storms
and use the silence and the noise
to release all the pain and the happiness

someday we must learn how to
speak fluently the language of love
and subconsciously understand its surface
and never question
what is left for you and i
(if there is anything at all) ;
because the echoes will be there still