they say rivers are peaceful. gentle. that you can sit and listen to them babble for hours, the sound washing over you, leaving peace and comfort and contentment.

but rivers are also wild, uncontrollable, destructive in the sneakiest way. because once a river touches something, it never walks away unchanged. its chatter is the sound of years' worth of sediment falling away, of uniquely jagged rocks polished into unassuming smoothness. sameness. of rushing water, eroding its banks so slowly, so beautifully, that you never notice as it wears away the land.

you were my river.

and i was your bank.