RIver

The river was flowing. No one knows for how long it has been. No one knows for how long it will be. No one knows what it has seen. What secrets it has heard. What things it has touched. But did it understand. Did it understand why I was standing on its edge now. Did it know what had happened. No, it couldn’t. if it did it couldn’t still be. It would just dry up. Extinguish. This world was too horrible for it to see everything and still stay. I wonder how many have drowned in these waters. How many thrown in. how many jumped in. does it know why these people died. Does it know why sometimes death is the only solution. Will it understand me. Will it accept me. As I jump in. as I give myself up to the flowing river for it to take me wherever it will.