Ripples Do you ever stare at your reflection in the pond? Seemily lost yet found. Your solace is within in your chaos Ironic isn't. As your staring at it, The wind will blow and send ripples Cascading through whatever liquid is your mirror Its doesnt destroy your reflection It merely disorts for an instant But in that instant You might change positions Might flick your hair or shift resting legs So that when that instant ends Your image has become something new But you dont realize it Its to small, to infetesimal to really care Yet #life is very much like that Everyday change happens until One big ripple comes and you step away. Only then you notice the change. The need for it. Dont live #life waiting for that next gust to ripple the water Create your ripples by whatever means you deem vital
