Paralyzed waters.
A stagnacy of sorts.
Nobody knows when it's going to rain.
Circumstance is a bastard.
The unknown bares no words to justify.
Only whispers that barely stir waters and,
nonsense that brings a horrible stench.
Seldom words ripple and barely penetrate
the surface.
Bothersome muddy waters...
Clarity can never be seen through egotistical muck-
Even when it seems intentions are clear.
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