From the banks of the creek where the falls flow and the water rushes, I sat and enjoyed. Life was sweet and the world was just, and the thoughts that seemed to plague my mind flew far away on some mindless migration. The water hurried and scurried to nowhere in particular, jumping rocks and raging rapids to go no place.
Thoughts of day to day life ran rampant in my rambling mind. A broken box is carried on the currents as we, on our journey to nowhere, are swept up in some trend and taken away to some destination undetermined. Millions of boxes mumble mindlessly along the waters of life until we meet with some undetermined location along the banks. We shift ever closer towards the end of our journeys, but there seems no end in sight.
My box, my subject, hurled over the falls into the raging rapids below. Turbulent trials await that cardboard wonder, as do trivial times scream impatience to our deaf ears. Should we become comfortable with the garbage careening the currents around us, or will we lose them all at the next fall? Will some fork come and seperate the comfortable? Will some bend subject us to the unknown?
Time alone will answer these queries, for our destination is as so a mystery to us as to some higher power. The banks will grow more narrow, the rapids less intense, the garbage less dense, and our journey will draw to a close. You and I will land on some bank, somewhere, some time unknown. May we only hope to land close, for you, my trash, my lovely trash, are the only light in these dark polluted waters. You, my tin can, my grocery sack, you bring stability to the rapids. May we only hope to land beneath some peaceful bridge on some beautiful bank. Together.