If you throw one word, I can catch it and make a sentence of a dozen more words. If you throw a sentence towards me, I will string them together like beads and make stories out of them. Give me stories and I will weave them into journeys and the journeys may resemble your reflection in the clear water of the lake...the lake I find myself drowning into every other time. But every time I have trouble breathing the water through my lungs, I try to drown deeper in hopes that perhaps I will lose all sense of where my feet are meant to fall, in hopes that this water turns into life, just once more.