one day, perhaps.

A long time ago, there was a river

where the purest love flowed into the streams, abundant, overflowing with pride in its own vivacious waters

love trickled down rocks, moss, greenery, and into people…

people who lived in society and felt that money was more important than water, this water of love

how funny to think, an essential necessity for life wasn’t as important as something you can live without

the more society built, the less this water was found, ‘the drought’ they called it…

but we all knew… those who could keep the elixir of hope, would one day bring it back.