Flow redirected. …….

A tear is shed, it is combined with the cries of an angry sky, it grasps to become whole again, but wonders of its short existence will it be permitted to pass to be free to realize it’s own path. It is merely muted as a component, no individuality, no origin. Collusion takes over as the banks direct the flow, influencing it further on it journey, simply caught in a condition of fate and circumstance. A singular tear pears into itself, to understand the order of the space between itself and the others, doses ones actions have any bearing or is existence merely a dream, consciousness a farce? Merely to understand it listens inward and senses a settling of ideas and emotions of the others joined together not in an end of autonomy but a chance to influence and change the flow.