Rivers and Trees

My thought is like a river. Oftentimes it's calm. The water is low. Accessible. I like it that way. And then sometimes the water rises, and gains speed, and suddely I drown and lose control and can't do anything anymore. It scares me when that happens. All I can see is what is in front of me and I can hear people talking but it doesn't register. I can hear them asking me to join them but I can't. I can't even understand what I'm thinking. I'm drowning.
Trees and rivers are beautiful. A high river underneath the oldest tree is my dream.

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