What should I do when I' m alone and all my rivers start whispering between their rocks and my veins? Where should I put them when I know that nobody wants to see them? Where should I let them flow?
Yes, inside myself. Between everything they are and everything they're not and everything they're never gonna be. They'll keep running through my body and my soul. Violently and silently. Only I will hear them, only I will tame them, only I will let them be.
Meanwhile, outside it's raining.