The Lake

My friend, I will tell you who you are.

You are the water. You are the water that belongs to sea and ocean.

But, time surrounded you with the lands and the mountains. The lands and the mountains were strong and enchanting to you. You needed them after thousands of the hurricanes and storms. You were tired. But, now, you are suspended to be a lake!

You miss the waves on you. You miss the violence of the hurricanes blossoming on you, the thousands of fishes and the colors in you, the salt and the odor of you, the sunset, the sunrise, and the moonlight; and the tide; and the intensity and the vastness that you had before! Now, you, the water, are craving for all of them because you know you belong to the seas and the oceans.

I wish i could say "You need to go my friend. You need to go to sea. You need to go to ocean!". But, remember, there are two flowers nearby you. One of them is so blue and so white. But, it is like the moonlight when the darkness descends on the mountains and the lake! The other one is waiting to be born and listening the mountains and the lakes!

Don't go my friend.